Around the corner, I heard a soft, but labored, panting.
Curious, I walked into my patient’s room to find him breathing rapidly. I took his vital signs: blood pressure was a little high, pulse ok, temperature ok. His respirations were fast, but his oxygen saturation was 100%.
Normally, when I call a doctor to report a patient’s worsening condition, I’m ahead of the game. If my patient’s short of breath, I hook them up to oxygen. If they have ‘as needed’ medications available, I give them. If he’s aspirating (choking on fluids), I raise the
head of the bed, I shove a yankauer in their mouth and suction the crap
But this time, I was empty handed. Continue reading
2016, when God did “immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.” (Ephesians 3:20)
I know it’s already February, but it was a big year. Let’s recap! Continue reading
Spring 2016. BIG news, the beginning of a new season of our lives…
A few quotes from my patients over the course of the last several months…
patient #1: “Whoa. You’re finally gaining some weight. You look good, stay this way!”
patient #2: “Aiyah.. Your face got fat!”
patient #3: “Look at you.. now did you swallow a watermelon or what?” Continue reading
Remembering & Looking Forward. (Hong Kong, 2013)
After hearing some news today, I felt like flinging my gloves in the trash.
Not in an angry manner, but in a different way…
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August 4, 2005
“I can’t find a pulse…” he said, with urgency in his voice. The nurse was scrambling around the bedside trying to get the patient to respond.
“YOU NEED TO START CPR, it doesn’t matter Continue reading
Bern, Switzerland ~ May 2015
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.
“Mmm… it is a needle,” I answered. I like to keep things real, especially when it comes to pain. “But you can think of others things.”
“Like Hawaii,” her little sister pitched, as she watched me near her big sister on the exam table.
“Ahh.. yesss.. like Hawaii,” I affirmed. Funny how she’d suggest that, while we were in the dead of winter. I lifted her sleeve to get ready to give the vaccine.
“You’ve been to Hawaii,” she chipped in.
I gasped. Continue reading
My hands were full.
Clutching a syringe, alcohol swabs, bandaids, and loose leaf papers, I approached the double doors with my filled fist towards my sternum, and my right arm angled outwards, ready to push the lever forward with my forearm and elbow.
Then, through the glass, an older man started towards the entrance, on the opposite side.
February 16, 2009
“Can you wake her up…?” he muffled, his head buried in his hands, his elbows planted on his knees.
Something was wrong.
Her chest was not rising.