redmed just got home from work. They called her at 7pm on a Sunday because, as she put it, there was a woman trying to die and doing a pretty decent job at it. The second in command doctor was freaking out – and apparently the chain stops at my wife.
What’s the most important thing that makes your phone ring?
So redmed went in and did her damndest – operating – thinking – and finally doing some large number of chest compressions (“I can tell I’ve been working out”) before they finally “called it,” and pronounced the woman dead. The woman’s daughter was visible from where redmed was doing the compressions – on the bed, with said second in command spotting her so she wouldn’t fall. She would dedicate sets to the daughter, to the father of the baby, etc. “This one’s for that relative right there. Live.”
redmed is now sitting next to me drinking tea, reading recipes online, and occasionally needing a hug.
Me? I didn’t do shit today. Or this year. Or with my whole damn life.
How about you?
