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Show 155 Lisa is not on duty today. Deborah, another nurse, well-educated in my disorder, has come to take me down to x-ray. She is happy with this turn of events and we talk of a brighter future as she clears the way for my bed going through the hallways and down the elevator. Dr. Jessop is already there. Rhonda is standing off to one side. I am greeting them both, trying hard not to seem way too happy at his finally doing the protocol. Rhonda is not looking happy, however, and when Dr. Jessop leaves the room for a forgotten item, I ask her what the matter is. "He doesn't have the right kind of dye," she is whispering, looking at the door, concerned that he might catch us conspiring. "The kind of dye he has out on the tray is not for use in the spinal fluid." My mouth is suddenly dry. I can feel my heart accelerating its beating. "So what does that mean," I am whispering back to her, "Why can't you just tell him?" I plead. "I did. Look, I'm not a doctor. If he attempts to use this dye, I'll have to leave." She is looking hard into my eyes. "My company can have no part in this." He is still not coming around the comer and I must know, "What could happen to me if he uses this dye?" |