It is 6:45 am, and the Emergency Department has been steady all night - no horribly sick patients, just a constant, unrelenting flow of clinic care style concerns.
The young boy skips in the door, singing. He has a half eaten cereal bar in his hand. He happily approached triage with his Dad and, with a huge smile, states:
"Hi Nurse! I'm sick! Really, really sick! Dad had to bring me to the Doctor first thing this morning!"
Dad follows with:
"He has been up all night with belly pain. He seems fine otherwise - he doesn't have a fever and he hasn't thrown up or had any diarrhea. He didn't eat his supper last night - he doesn't like meatloaf - and only had a cereal bar before he went to bed. Maybe he is hungry? He is eating a bar now and seems to feel better"
Can we please install a piece of rubber on the wall? Banging my head constantly on this hard plaster is starting to leave a mark!
01 May 2008
Bingo!
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3 dust motes:
Your standards are a tad too high. I think it's a little too much to expect a parent to remember to feed their children once in a while. Life is busy, you know!
Holy cow! They wonder why we feel like we are going to lose our minds when they come into ERs with that crap! I haven't been around in a while, sorry! What happened to your links? I will move you up to the regular nurse section on my blogs. Pop over to www.npplace.com and let me know what you think of the new site as well. Thanks!
If only children came with a set of instructions....
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