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Show 153 Likely to Dye A young woman wearing a black pants-suit is walking through my door. I am returned to the hospital by ambulance, in full spasm, unresolvable except by the Versed they are now running as a slow drip through the IV attached to my port-a-cath. My memory is blotchy, my mind is fogged but I recognize this woman as someone official. name is Rhonda," she is saying, extending her hand for me to shake. I try my best to guide mine to hers. Mine is stiff, Versed drip notwithstanding. "I am from the company who makes your pump system." I am not sure I have heard her correctly^Faith has recently been in contact with the company ("It helps to be able to say 'This is Dr. Hanson calling' even if they do not know I'm just a Ph.D. R.N. kind of doctor...!" she told me) and managed to obtain a copy of that elusive protocol for troubleshooting the pump. We had not decided just how we were going to get it into Dr. Jessop's hands. I cannot believe they have actually sent someone here, to my aid. "I just came here to do some training and one of the nurses told me you were here," she is saying, with a wink, and I understand that I am finally to be out of this loop of trying to educate these doctors. I am thinking of holding a big party for Faith and Rhonda and several nurses. Breyers ice cream. Chocolate cake. Lots of flowers and odd decorations. |