The Match Makers Looking Glass
It was my third weekend working in the Rose Medical Center's Emergency Department in Denver when the call came in. It was a Sunday morning -- often the quietest (oh no! somebody said the "q" word! I actively rally against the silly superstitions that stop us actually enjoying a moment of peace between the storms of chaos. Let the comment on the temporary tranquil present be met with a smile and a nod instead of derision and threats of bodily harm, as they most often are) time in the ED and maybe 8:30 in the morning at the latest. I was standing close to the phone, leaning on my "COW" (which we were told were to be referred to as WOW -- for Workstation On Wheels, versus Computer On Wheels, as Nancy in HR got offended that one time she was on a clinical floor and heard the doctor tell the scribe to "grab the cow") and immediately was alarmed by the nurse's reaction. We were a level III trauma, if I remember correctly, with no dedicated pediat