His heart rate was 58 so that same darn nurse on 3-South held his digoxin again, Fats," I complained, wolfing down lunch in the cafeteria.
My tablemate Foster Chance grunted in sympathy. "Probably the same one who held my patient's Minipress because she never heard of an afterload reducer and the systolic was 110—they never do check, do they?"
"Oh now, I did get called yesterday when that RN on Tower 3 caught my guy with the peptic ulcer and 'tics eating a candy bar with nuts in it, heaven forbid."
Fats looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "Of course my wife and her diet! Since her Mom had the breast cancer she won't drink anything with caffeine in it. And you should have heard the uproar when they almost put the IV in her Mom's mastectomy arm. Thank goodness I've never taken a blood pressure in the wrong arm,
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