Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Fine; if you want to split hairs, in this acute setting, for 'heart failure', read 'acute cardiogenic pulmonary oedema'.
Scandal, and gossip. Endemic in hospital. I seem to have created a little without realising it.
I'm ALWAYS the last to know, even when I was there apparently.