So I felt like I was working in the hood a few weeks ago. We aren't a trauma center, so when one does come in it's through the front door.
As fate would have it, I was out in triage minding my own business with the coughs, colds, flu symptoms and flank pain. I hear some yelling, and turn to see this really skinny chick wearing daisy dukes grabbing a wheelchair and shrieking that she's bringing a head injury in. Okay, but where is the car? Oh, my bad, I'm not up on the hood ways anymore. She's parked way across the parking lot where we see her and a gentleman tossing a dude into the chair. She runs across the parking lot with the patient bouncing all over the place.
After parking him in front of me, she states she doesn't know him, that he was working on her roof and something heavy fell on his head. The fact that half his skull looks fractured and the right side of his face and head are swelling in front of my eyes causes me to pause. He can barely eek out his name and off we go to our equivalent of a critical room.
Of course he gets choppered out with 10 skull fractures, 2 sub-arachnoid bleeds, a sub-dural hematoma and a drug screen that lit up the evening sky.
So, all you real hood nurses, do you really think something fell on his head?
Like, hahahahahaha.
3 comments:
Um, obviously it did. And that positive drug screen was clearly a result of someone slipping something in his cigarello. He was probably just minding his own business working on that roof when two dudes came along and dropped something on his head. It happens like that ALL THE TIME where I work.
Yep...Just like the skinny chick with the oozing abscesses on her arms got bitten by a spider 5 times.
Oh yeah, absolutely. He's just a poor , honest, hard working roof fixer upper dude. The positive screen must be from some of the roof fixer upper chemicals he inhaled, they couldn't possibly be from him getting wrecked with some hoochie and deciding he could fly out a 3 story window before her baby daddy walks in on them.
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