I stopped by the nurses station today when I was walking through the hospital to go to physical therapy. I saw Mark sitting at the computer and knew immediately I should turn around and walk the other way. He is always, ALWAYS the bearer of bad news.
"Hey! You hear about your guy from yesterday?" He asked.
Oh shit.
"Um, what guy?" I replied.
"Mr. Gross Leg Abcess Man. We flew him out last night."
"What the hell for?" I asked.
"He coded in the OR."
WTF?
"Seriously? He was just in for a leg debridement. He was only 32. He had no medical history."
"I know," he said. "He went into cardiac arrest."
Sweet shit on a stick. Ya think the meth had anything to do with it? Snort.
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