A little something like this:
Staff: You might need this (hands over emesis bag)
Ambo: Why? We have plenty in the truck!
Staff: No, I really think you need this. I'm sure it's about the right size condom for you! *winks*
Staff: You might need this (hands over emesis bag)
Ambo: Why? We have plenty in the truck!
Staff: No, I really think you need this. I'm sure it's about the right size condom for you! *winks*
pain Pain PAIN! I can't walk, I can's sit, I can't even get up when I'm on the toilet. My back hurts. Really bad. Horribly bad. Do something. And what are you wearing? Is that your new uniform? It's horrible!(enter the aghast, hollow and echoing mind of the flobach)
...horrible...orrible...rrible...rible...ible...ble...le..e...(enter the face.etc. motor control bit of the flobachbrain)
Right everyone, we need to pull up the sides of those lips, scrunch those eyes a little to get a professional and positive scenario going on here! C'mon muscles, get to it! And tell that voicebox to get some lame joke happening, pronto!Sounds like everything went smooth? Yes, everything except for the trip to hospital.
Me: So, this patient is usually GCS 14, then?
RN: What? Huh? *scuffle* Hospital! Worsening!
Me: Beverly, your resident, does she normally present with GCS 14?
RN: What? Huh? What's GSC?At this stage my colleague had to leave the room, and I heard heard versus wall banging from outside. I popped our confused, anxious, dazed and hyperventilating patient on our stretcher, wheeled her out in to safety, and magically she calmed down, had nothing majorly wrong with her, and was quite pleasant, if somewhat confused...as it said in the nursing notes.