tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82069503515454327002024-03-14T04:59:42.496-06:00Musings of a Highly Trained MonkeyThe vast majority of the things I do on a daily basis merely require opposable thumbs. But the sarcasm..... now THAT'S a gift!MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.comBlogger619125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-86681757994900551262010-01-07T07:21:00.000-06:002010-01-07T07:21:31.722-06:00In which my jaw hits the floor....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/S0XfNOvF0iI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lpm-Z-WHt34/s1600-h/charlie-weis-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/S0XfNOvF0iI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lpm-Z-WHt34/s320/charlie-weis-.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some of you recognize the irony. When I'm finished crying, my common sense will set in and I'll be happy. That will not occur today. Or tomorrow. Or even next week. Maybe in April.<br />
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Dental hygiene- is there an app for that?MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-44037005627694685482009-09-26T04:49:00.000-06:002009-09-26T04:49:28.135-06:00Too much informationOverheard in the breakroom last night: "Man, I gotta get the doc to write me a script for some Cipro. When I just went pee, it smelled so bad that I looked around to see if there was a nursing home geester Foley hidden in the trash can or something."MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-15049151408940002442009-09-17T17:23:00.000-06:002009-09-17T17:23:08.680-06:00Darwin 1, MonkeyGirl 1Last night was cardiac night in my rooms.<br />
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First patient was a CPR in progress coming in via EMS. <br />
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"54 year old male has been experiencing chest pain and shortness of breath <em>all week</em>. Tonight he decided to <em>get on the treadmill</em>. Family reports he was on it for about 5 minutes when they heard the crash and went in and found him pulseless and apneic on the floor."<br />
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Our resuscitation was unsuccessful. Darwin wins that one.<br />
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Patient number 2 was a 58 year old man who was told after a positive stress test <em>two months ago</em> that he needed two stents, and was putting it off because it was too expensive. Tonight he comes in with a classic presentation STEMI. Door to balloon time: 75 minutes. At 0300, I'll take it. LAD 100% blocked, RCA almost 100%, both stented, dude's gonna be fine, 'cept for the angina when the bill comes.<br />
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His wife leaned over to kiss him goodbye as he went to the cath lab and I heard her whisper, "I told you so."<br />
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MonkeyGirl wins that one.<br />
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Darwin's up!MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-68670587694025722892009-09-12T17:28:00.001-06:002009-09-12T17:28:57.882-06:00Does Charlie Weis put gravy on his serving of defeat?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SqwuAt-lVQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dMaY3UzKCvY/s1600-h/m.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SqwuAt-lVQI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/dMaY3UzKCvY/s320/m.gif" /></a></div><br />
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Michigan 38, Notre Dame 34.<br />
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Go Blue!MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-50138916156853421892009-09-12T02:14:00.000-06:002009-09-12T02:14:57.802-06:00Four and a half hours.That's how long it takes to get the smell of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clostridium_difficile">c-diff</a> out of your nostrils after you have taken the patient upstairs.<br />
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The first two will be spent repeatedly checking your shoes, scrubs, stethoscope, etc, to make sure that you don't have any on you, because are sure that the smell is coming from something that you missed. After all, you spent five hours cleaning up massive quantities of slimy (yes, Mom, it really is slimy) poo every 30 minutes, it had to have gotten on you somewhere, right? Those gowns are only paper, after all.<br />
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But alas, it is coming from your own abused little olfactory cells. The cells that hate you now. The cells that will make everything you <em>eat</em> in that 4 1/2 hours <em>taste</em> like c-diff, too.<br />
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C-diff is a powerful little bug. Kinda like Slimer, from <em>Ghostbusters</em>.<br />
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<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH6n-1anfxo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PH6n-1anfxo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-77974942914401915152009-09-03T19:58:00.002-06:002009-09-03T20:08:09.538-06:00Word of the Day<strong>entubulate</strong> \en-TOOB-yoo-late\ (verb): <em>to place a breathing tube down the throat of a redneck for the purpose of mechanically ventilating the lungs. </em><br /><br />ie: "The doctor told me after my gallbladder surgery that I have a crooked neck and he had a hard time entubulatin' me."<br /><br />During a redneck code, often the patient will be both entubulated and defibulated.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-51281538574120062452009-09-02T21:32:00.007-06:002009-09-02T21:55:57.694-06:00I think there's a new TV show coming out..........and I'm fairly certain it was filmed last night in <em>my</em> ER.*<br /><br />I worked with two docs that were younger than me, and 4 of the 5 RNs were young enough that I could have given birth to them. The other RN was old enough to be my mother. Almost all of them were Hollywood beautiful.<br /><br />Mixed in amongst all of the stinky and annoying not-sick patients, we had a "stopped-breathing-right-in-front-of-EMS" code, an internal carotid dissection, a new onset paranoid schizophrenia, a classic presentation STEMI with a 31 minute door-to-balloon time, a ruptured appy, and a GSW to the head.<br /><br />I swear, I spent the whole night looking around for the cameras.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*(No, it's not an ED, Whitecoat. It is one super-big <strong>room</strong> with a bunch of curtains and partitions. Some of the partitions just happen to be made of wood, metal and glass.) </span>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-63452731774909549292009-07-15T20:30:00.003-06:002009-07-15T20:45:33.848-06:00How to Quantify Good CareI went to the Farmer's Market today, because I wanted some fresh corn, and the produce section at our Super Wally World sucks.<br /><br />"How much is the corn?" I inquired of the sweet farmer lady with the huge pickup truck bed full of ears of corn.<br /><br />"Six fo' two dolla or a dozen fo' tree," she said.<br /><br />I told her that six was plenty and handed her two bucks. She counted out eight ears and handed them to me in a gently used Wally World plastic bag.<br /><br />"I think you gave me a couple more than I paid for," says I, not wanting to cheat the sweet farmer lady out of 50 cents worth of corn.<br /><br />"Oh, I knows," she replied. "I did it a purpose. You took care of mama in the 'Mergency Room over Christmas time when she done had her stroke. You brang me a blanket and some coffee when they didn't have no rooms to put her in upstairs. I jest wanted ta say thanks."<br /><br />A short discussion later I found out that mama was back at the farm, no worse for the wear. In fact, if I come back next week for some more corn, I could talk to her myself, because she'd prolly be there. I said I would try to do so, bid her farewell, and went on my way.<br /><br />So now you know. A cup of hot coffee and a warm blanket is worth two ears of corn.<br /><br />And it was damn good corn, too.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-63818579865495630142009-07-04T06:57:00.002-06:002009-07-04T07:01:51.760-06:00Happy Independence Day<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/873ZOWcB8nA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/873ZOWcB8nA&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Still the best movie speech ever.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-4040121980521822212009-06-26T13:44:00.002-06:002009-06-26T13:51:24.065-06:00Cardiac ArrestI swear to GOD, if I hear one more person say that Michael Jackson <em>appears</em> to have died from "cardiac arrest", I'm going to have a stroke.<br /><br />Of course he died from "cardiac arrest"! <em>Everyone</em> dies from cardiac arrest.<br /><br />Farrah Fawcett? Cardiac arrest.<br /><br />Ed McMahon? Yup. Cardiac arrest again. <br /><br />Eventually, cardiac arrest is going to get us all. Drugs, cancer, and heart disease just help it get us faster.<br /><br />Jeez.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-86488523800153134222008-12-29T19:12:00.002-06:002008-12-29T19:25:12.288-06:00Now departing from gate C-13I tried to think of a clever way to say goodbye, but I can't come up with one.<br /><br />When I started out, it was a lot of fun.<br /><br />Now it's more like work.<br /><br />And work sucks.<br /><br />So I'm going to make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here.<br /><br />In the words of Dr. Seuss: <em>"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."</em>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-47399126188083959412008-12-24T07:08:00.002-06:002008-12-24T07:18:21.331-06:0012 days of ChristmasMost of you have already been over to <a href="http://medblog-groupie.blogspot.com/">Addicted to Medblogs </a>and checked out her 12 days of Christmas posts over the last couple of weeks.<br /><br />A few of you might have noticed that the 5th day of Christmas was missing.<br /><br />That would be because the 5th day of Christmas was retarded and forgot to get her questions in on time.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />My <a href="http://medblog-groupie.blogspot.com/2008/12/monkeygirl-gets-golden-rings.html">one and only chance to be a Calendar Doc </a>and I nearly ruin it.<br /><br />Go check out my interview, and then read all the others. Good holiday fun.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-79227765286805120822008-12-22T11:31:00.002-06:002008-12-22T11:34:28.850-06:00Chief Complaint of the Night"I think I'm having a miscarriage or my ovary fell out."<br /><br />Complete with show and tell in a baggie.<br /><br />She left without being seen after waiting for an hour, so we'll never know if it really was her ovary.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-17115492316179117442008-12-17T10:11:00.002-06:002008-12-17T10:25:03.083-06:00Best email of the weekDoctors:<br />(a) The number of doctors in the US is 700,000<br />(b) Accidental deaths caused by physicians per year are 120,000<br />(c) Accidental deaths per physician is 0.17<br /><br />Guns:<br />(a) The number of gun owners in the US is 80,000,000<br />(b) Accidental gun deaths per year is 1,500<br />(c) Accidental deaths per gun owner is 0.000019<br /><br />So, statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners.<br /><br />Remember: Guns don't kill people; doctors do.<br /><br />Not everyone has a gun, but almost everyone has a doctor.<br /><br />Please alert your friends to this alarming threat. Doctors should be banned, or at least more strictly controlled, before this gets more out of hand.<br /><br />Out of concern for general public safety, there should be no statistics published about lawyers for fear the shock would cause people to panic and seek a doctor's assistance.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-32025679997371768802008-12-16T05:50:00.002-06:002008-12-16T06:11:58.271-06:00Guilt trip to the extremeAn LOL comes in from an assisted living place.<br /><br />She was found down on the floor with a blood sugar of 26.<br /><br />The medics fixed her. She was coming around by the time they got to us a few minutes later.<br /><br />After all of the important just-got-to-the-ER stuff, like vitals, labs, EKG, etc, I went to get her some food.<br /><br />"Oh, good, I haven't eaten all day. I'm starving."<br /><br />When I asked why she didn't eat all day, she responded with, "I don't know. I guess I was too busy."<br /><br />Yeah, right. Too busy hanging out watching TV in the single room apartment of your assisted living place to eat? Sure.<br /><br />I hear her a little later on the phone with her daughter telling her that if she paid a little more attention to her and came over to see her, this wouldn't have happened. She told her it was <em>all her fault</em>.<br /><br />Of course, daughter rushed down to be with mom.<br /><br />Doc wanted to keep her overnight for observation.<br /><br />Nope. LOL signs out AMA. Daughter is going to take her home and stay with her. She'll keep an eye on her.<br /><br />ALS Ambulance transport = $1500.00<br />ER visit complete with various diagnostic tests = $3000.00<br />Using the ER to guilt trip your kids during the holidays = Priceless.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-36036167256202970052008-12-10T10:49:00.002-06:002008-12-10T11:26:15.123-06:00Happy EndingsA while back we had a bad case.<br /><br />40 year old healthy female with almost no risk factors came in via EMS complaining of chest pain. You could tell by looking at her that she was having a big fat MI. <br /><br />About 5 minutes after she got on the gurney, we were preparing to transfer her, because we didn't have anyone on call to take her to the cath lab. (Note to people in my town: don't have an MI on the weekend.)<br /><br />And then it happened.<br /><br />She coded.<br /><br />And it was a sucky code. You know, the kind where there's no suction hooked up. And there's no ambu-bag. And when the doc hollered for something, everyone thought that someone else was going to get it, but no one went and got it.<br /><br />If she had been 90, we would have just called it. But she wasn't.<br /><br />She was 40.<br /><br />At one point I looked at the doc and said, "You know this isn't going to turn out well, right?" And he said, "<em>I have to try</em>."<br /><br />(BTW, he left to go work somewhere else a few months ago, and I miss him horribly.) *waves*<br /><br />We'd get her back, and then she'd code again, and then we'd get her back again and on and on.<br /><br />Oh yeah, the Big Shiny Helicopter wasn't flying, either, so she was going to have to go ground, which is a 45 minute transport.<br /><br />Finally we got her back for about 5 minutes, and decided that it was now or never. <br /><br />We put her on a Epi drip, and loaded her up. The other doc was going off shift right then, and he decided to go with EMS since she was so unstable, just to lend a hand.<br /><br />It's a good thing he did, because she coded two or three times on the way to the Fancy Cardiac Hospital in the Big City.<br /><br />But by the time they got there, she had a pulse and a pressure, and a couple hours later we heard that she made it through the cath lab, where they cleared a couple of really ugly blockages.<br /><br />I told the doc that I hoped she didn't end up a vegetable. He agreed. But like he said, <em>he had to try</em>.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I noticed a two xerox copies of two thank you notes hanging on the doc's bulletin board in their "office".<br /><br />They were from her.<br /><br />Written <em>by</em> her.<br /><br />Thanking them for saving her life.<br /><br />She's almost back to normal. She can't remember that night or the next few days, but she has almost no deficits.<br /><br />Her kids still have their mom. Her husband still has his wife. Her parents still have their daughter.<br /><br />Because of our two docs that wouldn't give up, even when it looked hopeless.<br /><br />That, my friends, is why we do what we do.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-39124761842356133062008-12-08T14:09:00.002-06:002008-12-08T14:14:30.023-06:00Expiration DateYesterday was the 6 month anniversary of the day that our brand new shiny-floored hospital opened its doors.<br /><br />Last night, major water leaks developed on three floors.<br /><br />The back half of the ER nurses' station looks like a third world country disaster zone.<br /><br />Looks like they shoulda bought the extended warranty.<br /><br />MonkeyHusband says that's what happens when you low-bid a $200 million project. Perhaps they should have gone with the $201 million bid. Maybe they would have filled all the holes and plugged all the seams.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-89639816701795746272008-12-02T05:30:00.002-06:002008-12-02T05:37:29.881-06:00Corollary to the the Announcement<p>All previous promises for a belated Thanksgiving post are superseded by the fact that I have </p><ol><li>A cold.</li><li>The week off.</li></ol><p>Come back in a few days. Or a week. Or two.</p>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-91816091498088157352008-11-27T17:47:00.002-06:002008-11-27T17:53:26.456-06:00Announcement<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SS8yR1CRSYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Cddds-1WATo/s1600-h/turkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273488970549905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SS8yR1CRSYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Cddds-1WATo/s400/turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Due to the fact that MonkeyHusband and I are both in the middle of a 4 night stretch, Thanksgiving and all of its associated posts and celebrations have been postponed until Sunday.</div><div> <br /></div><div>To all of you celebrating it on the customary date: Have a good one.</div>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-6063449755868986192008-11-21T15:10:00.002-06:002008-11-21T15:11:20.670-06:00I *heart* Dilbert!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SScj7okQChI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HRIdFCQ927E/s1600-h/dilbert.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271221396269173266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SScj7okQChI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HRIdFCQ927E/s400/dilbert.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-16715434687197141172008-11-20T04:35:00.002-06:002008-11-20T04:41:30.160-06:00Hey boys........did you know that your penis <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,454024,00.html">is only worth $300,000</a>?<br /><br />There are several questions that beg to be asked about this article. For instance,<br /><ol><li>What was it doing when it caught the necrotizing faciitis?</li><li>At 61 years old, is this a reduced rate? How much is a, say, 30 year old penis worth?</li><li>How's that replacement penis working out for you?</li></ol>Ah. The joys of prison.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Sorry Mom. I just can't resist a good penis joke.</span>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-27096728191772820562008-11-20T04:27:00.002-06:002008-11-20T04:31:31.275-06:00No big dealSo there's a 14 year old South Carolina Girl that <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081119/ap_on_he_me/med_artificial_heart">lived without a heart for 4 months</a>.<br /><br />Big Whoop.<br /><br />I've been doing it for 34 years.<br /><br />*rimshot*MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-65933559990756296002008-11-12T04:02:00.000-06:002008-11-11T20:29:05.032-06:00Poetic JusticeTonight I had the dubious pleasure of taking care of a 36 year old fibromyalgeur. She was also unemployed, obese, a 2 PPD smoker, with a history of COPD and hypertension. I was surprised to find that she doesn't have diabetes and CHF, too. Give it time.<br /><br />She predictably has "allergies" to all non-narcotic pain medications, several antidepressants, a couple of psych meds, and methadone.<br /><br />Her current prescriptions include:<br /><ul><li>MS-Contin 30 mg Q 4-6 hrs</li><li>Lortab 10/500 Q 4-6 hours PRN (apparently her allergy to Tylenol is tempered by the hydrocodone)</li><li>Celexa 40 mg/day</li><li>Lyrica 225 mg BID</li><li>Ativan 1 mg TID</li><li>as well as various HTN and COPD meds.</li></ul>Today, either because she saw the full lobby, or because her complaint of "abdominal pain" last week didn't score her any narcs, she signed in with "Chest Pain".<br /><br />As per usual, her workup was stone cold normal. Well, as stone cold normal as an obese non-compliant hypertensive COPD-er could be.<br /><br />Unfortunately, her "chest pain" just wouldn't go away. "Hey, Doctor, could I have some of that Dil...Dilad...Dila-something medicine?"<br /><br />Eventually she turned into an admission for observation, mostly because she was giving the ER doc chest pain.<br /><br /><p>When I took her upstairs, as I pushed her wheelchair into a semiprivate room, past a gorked-out, snoring-like-a-lumberjack old lady, she said, "You mean I don't get a <em>private</em> room?"</p><p>I said, "No ma'am, there are no private rooms on this floor." I had to practically shout to be heard over the lumberjack in the next bed.</p>I smiled all the way back downstairs.<br /><br />The ER doc laughed out loud when I told him.<br /><br />That Karma, sometimes she is a bitch.MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206950351545432700.post-77929582859257957932008-11-11T04:02:00.003-06:002008-11-11T04:06:33.224-06:00Thank you.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SRlYPrLoCII/AAAAAAAAAfg/cv0oZsgzUdA/s1600-h/veterans.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267338265499273346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvsntXE6X_8/SRlYPrLoCII/AAAAAAAAAfg/cv0oZsgzUdA/s400/veterans.bmp" border="0" /></a>MonkeyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05735317323208263354noreply@blogger.com1