Sunday, December 5, 2010

When I think about you...

Everyone seems to think that I have an odd sense of humor, and well, maybe I do.  I suppose if enough people say it, I have to assume that if I'm the only one that finds something funny that must be because I'm thinking of it differently than others.

One of my favorite things that I ever was around was a little on the dark humored side, so bear with me.  It was about 2 AM one night and a tech friend of mine had a patient with a noticeable heart murmur going on.  We worked as partners so that if one person would step out of the room, the other would go ahead and cover for them.  So my friend decides that she needs to go to the break room, get some food, maybe smoke and come back.  No problem.  So she heads out and the rest of us are keeping an eye on her patients when all the sudden we realize that her patient no longer has just a heart be irregularity, it's a full blown a-fib attack with long - I mean long - pauses in heart rhythm.  So one of us heads into the patient room to get them sitting up and awake while the other calls the Dr to find out what they want to do.

The Dr knows the patient and tells us to hang up and get an ambulance over there to pick them up and take them to the ER while he calls a cardiologist to meet up with them at the hospital.  We have to scramble to run in and pull all the equipment off of the patient before the EMS people get there.  We get everything but the heart monitors off and hand the patient over to them.  They get the patient loaded up onto the gurney and rushed out the doors and into the ambulance.

As the patient is going out the door, 1 of the EMS starts doing chest compressions while the other starts getting the defibulator unit charged, the original tech comes out back, face flushed, wondering WTF is going on.  We let her know that it was her patient that was headed out and she turns this amazing bright shade of red but goes back into the control room to monitor the others while the rest of us take a deep breath after rushing around so much.

A few days later, the tech calls me and wants to apologize for dropping everything on me that night.  I told her it was no problem, but she insists that she really owed me on that one.  The last thing I remember hearing before I dropped the phone from laughing was her saying "I always knew that masturbation was bad, but I never thought it would be like that..."

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