Could You Say That Again…Un-stat!
“BP? Eye dilation? Temperature? Hair color? Heart rate? Height? Weight? Age? Sex? Race? Insurance?”
The nurse on the run answers every question, and then the doctor issues his orders:
“Give him 50 cc’s white cells, 200 cc’s bellyrubin, run an EKG, an IRT and a DWI, give him a shot of ibrutathal, a half aspirin, put him on oxygen, and get me some coffee…STAT! Oh, and call my wife I’m going to be late for dinner.”
If I was an ER nurse I would be asking,
“Ah in any particular order doctor? And was that 50 cc’s of wide shells and 200 cc’s of smelly Cubin or 200 cc’s of white cells and 50 cc’s of bellyrubin? And what the frig is bellyrubin, is that the red stuff in the cabinet or the yellow shit in the room with all the bottles and stuff?”
OK, I guess in real life they are professionals and they know the lingo and many of these questions and requests are routine, but still…
You often hear of hospital goofs and slip-ups. I know doctors and nurses are expected to be beyond human, but dang!
I know at least they are certainly made of sterner stuff than I am.