When I arrived at the hospital anticipating moms imminent release there was a doctor there talking with her that I had met briefly in the emergency room at some point. I wasn't surprised, or concerned with his presence. After all, we had seen so many doctors since this had started, I had lost count. Just as I was about to enter the room the nurse stopped me to ask a question. I swear I turned my back for just a second to answer her.
I thought the recorder was a perfect solution. A couple of the doctors thought it was a good idea too. Most, though, either forgot or refused to turn it on. I sleep better when I just assume it was the former.
I don't even need a uniform!
Just help her. Help us. Let us help!
Please, help me help you help her!
It's been a long day.
Relax and count your blessings
I'll be back tomorrow to count more of mine!