The luxury of time
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Despite my own misgivings, families are asking to attend resuscitations of their loved ones. They're usually glad they did.
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Signout is hospital slang for the transfer of information between patient care teams. It is also the name of this blog, which represents one of the less dysfunctional ways in which Dr. Signout copes with her participation in a U.S. medical residency program.
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Despite my own misgivings, families are asking to attend resuscitations of their loved ones. They're usually glad they did.
Posted by Signout at 9:15 AM • 12 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
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I'm an upper-level resident now, and that means that when I find a situation requiring resuscitation, I'm expected to know how to manage it.
Posted by Signout at 9:09 AM • 7 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
I've got news, people. When you make yourself a full code in a hospital--namely, when you elect to have full cardiopulmonary resuscitation done in the event that your heart or lungs stop working--you're donating your body to science.
Posted by Signout at 9:59 PM • 9 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
I wanted to claw my way over the people standing between me and the door so I could run as fast as I could, away from this terrible room where this nice woman had watched her mother die in the most inevitable way I could imagine.
Posted by Signout at 9:12 PM • 6 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
That she was breathing independently was surprising enough, but that she was completely lucid just seemed improbable.
Posted by Signout at 10:17 PM • 3 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
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I got a spot of blood on my dress today. It happened as I was on my way out of the hospital and heard the code bells ring. I ran, cursing, past two women clutching each other in a hallway,...
Posted by Signout at 11:14 PM • 0 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
The second I walked into the room, this guy was, to me, a container. He had gone the way of all flesh, but for the next twenty minutes, his body would be close enough to living to function as an experimental field.
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