Thursday, August 24, 2006

Triage Tales 23

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All similarities to people, places, things and events are coincidental by nature.
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A busy night for the ER. A 40-odd year old man is limping and supporting his neck on the right side with the towel, supported by his two daughters, and ignores the Triage Officer's efforts to at least ask what the hell he was doing there.

When the Triage Officer finally catches up with the patient, he asks where he was going. "I need to pee... badly! Can anyone point me to the direction of the bathroom?"

"Why are you holding up your neck with a towel like that?"

Patient removes his towel and reveals a gaping wound near the angle of the jaw, made probably by a knife. "Oh, it's nothing, just a gash. I need to pee NOW!"

"No, I seriously think you need to calm down and lie on a stretcher while we call the Trauma Team..." the Triage Officer's voice trails off as he sees the indignant patient, neck wound and all, curiously losing his limp and marching to the general direction of the comfort room.

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