Almost there

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.