Had a delivery last night that I think
shaved 2 years off my life. 8 minutes of terminal bradycardia, probably more
but the nurse was lackadaisical about the FHT and wouldn't get me an FSE. And I
had to ask another nurse who got me an IUPC instead. And the woman was so Mg-ed
out we couldn't move her side to side. And then the first nurse told her she
just needed to relax and I said "no, she needs to push this kid out"
and finally she was barely +2 so I vacuumed the kid out and then he was gray
and the nurse said "he's just stunned." and then we resuscitated him.
And then I forgot the name of the 4x4s for the repair and all I could do was ask for "more of those white things. The little ones."
Oh, and there was a resident.
And then I forgot the name of the 4x4s for the repair and all I could do was ask for "more of those white things. The little ones."
Oh, and there was a resident.
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