Wednesday, November 08, 2006
IF YOU ARE GOING TO PANIC YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR DOING SO.
See today I was removing an IV and I couldn't find the needle. Yes that's right, you've read it well. Seriously I had a panic attack right then and there in front of this sweet 80 year old woman with big puppy eyes who just stared at me in silence while I made every surgeon literally run inside the room and help me. All I could think about was that she was going to die, and it'd be all my fault.
5 minutes later a nurse answered my red alert and saw how we were trying to localize the needle using all sort of different techniques and she was like:
''What happened?'' she asked.
''We have a red needle code kind of situation'' a fellow co worker answered just because I was shaking in a corner in a fetal position pronouncing words that didn't make sense at all.
''Pardon me, but haven't you all seen these new plastic lines before?, you are looking for a needle that doesn't exist. ''
''What?'' in unison everyone of the 10 people inside the room yelled.
''There's no needle!''
''really?''
''R E A L L Y.''
''OK Sorry guys! apparently I didn't get that memo, go back to what you were doing, I'll kill the n u r s e don't worry.''
I nervously smiled to the patient who was praying with her eyes closed, she opened them back as soon as she heard the words that meant that she would be ok. She turned her head 180 degrees searching for me and said with a grandmother angry kind of voice:
''you mother fucking punk, you better run for your life cuss I'll get you, and I promise that when I get you, you will surely find your needles. ''
''I'm so sorry, I'm going to score you two more points onto your cardiac risk number, you will probably get to surgery sooner.''
''You do that.''
''Yes ma'am.''
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