I'm in the delivery suite getting ready for a premie who we're expecting to have some breathing difficulties. The baby is crowning and the respiratory therapist still isn't in the room so I send her a page.
A few minutes later, she bursts into the room, out of breath, and. . . without any of the needed respiratory supplies.
Me: Hi, respiratory therapist, I'm glad you're here. You wouldn't, by chance, have any . . . respiratory equipment?
Respiratory therapist: ::still panting:: You paged me STAT so I figured I shouldn't stop for the airway cart.
Oh boy.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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