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"... strips when the phone rang.
“We will be bringing you Dale Spoonhouse, Dr. Scales’s forty-five-year-old head injury in a little while, if you want to get a bed ready,” the ER secretary said. “Ambulance brought her from an MVA about thirty minutes ago.”
Penny considered her ..."
"... Her blood pressure, temperature, and respirations were normal. She was oriented to time and place and obeyed instructions to grip Penny’s hands and pushed with the balls of both her feet against Penny’s palms. The strength in all four of her extremities seemed equal, but Mrs. Spoonhouse couldn’t keep her eyes open long enough for Penny to assess her pupils. When Penny held the eyelids up and shone her pen light on each pupil in turn, she saw constriction and then dilation, instead of only constriction. She tried it several times, and the woman
"...Dale Spoonhouse was asleep with her happy family around the bed. Penny asked them to return to the waiting room. The woman woke up when Penny called her name and cooperated with the neurocheck, although she seemed weak and held onto Penny’s hands after she had been instructed to
"... you want, but don’t worry so much.” Dr. Scales ended the conversation.
Penny wrote a phone order for Tylenol and woke Mrs. Spoonhouse, who swallowed the pills easily and remained on her back with her eyes closed.
Penny decided to call Dr. Ghent, since he was in charge of the Unit, but she ..."
"... His tone was condescending.
Penny could feel her throat tightening into her chest. “Dr. Scales, I gave Mrs. Spoonhouse the Tylenol and she swallowed it without any problem, but she can’t stay awake even a minute. I think she needs to be evaluated further.”
“I told you that patient is ..."
Knocked off-balance like a tree with shallow roots in a windstorm, Penny phoned each station in the hospital to avoid overhead paging, which might alarm Mrs. Spoonhouse’s family. Finally, she located the supervisor on Obstetrics and explained the situation.
“Okay. Get ..."
"...South’s copier while Penny telephoned Report to the Jacksonville Neurology Unit. Maureen woke the patient, pulled the privacy curtain, and helped her onto a bed-pan. Dr. Scales ushered the family into the Unit, and they waited outside the hanging screen until she had finished voiding. Mr. Spoonhouse, his eyes dark and his face drawn, did not speak and his daughter, her eyes red-rimmed, looked at Penny with mute appeal. The son flitted around, chattering constantly like an agitated chicken.
"... a while, anyway. God’s taking care of your mother; your job is to get up there in one piece.”
Penny helped transfer Mrs. Spoonhouse to the ambulance stretcher and gave Report to the paramedic.
Maureen was working on the stack of telemetry rhythm strips, interpreting them in preparation for ..."
"...Maureen was working on the stack of telemetry rhythm strips, interpreting them in preparation for taping them onto sheets in the charts at South Station, when Penny slumped into the chair beside her and began to sort through Mrs. Spoonhouse’s dismantled chart, looking for the nurses’ notes. “What do you suppose Dr. Scales told that family?”
"... recognize what was important.
On her way to the shower, she phoned Dixiana CCU. A monitor alarm was ringing in the background when Maureen answered, and the familiar sound comforted Penny. “Hi Maureen. Have you heard anything about Mrs. Spoonhouse?”
“Dr. Scales says she’s doing ..."
"... in time—you know.”
Doubting her judgement, Penny reconsidered yesterday’s events in the shower, but by the time she put the finishing spray on her hair, she concluded that in a do-over she would still have pushed to send Mrs. Spoonhouse to Jacksonville.
She slipped on a new purple ..."
"... head-injury patient but would not give a condition report.
Penny introduced herself to Mrs. Spoonhouse’s nurse. “I admitted her to CCU in Dixiana and transferred her to you this past Sunday. Please tell me how she’s doing.”
“She won’t last much longer; she’s got brain stem ..."
"...It took only a minute for Penny to comprehend that she had been right—dead right! Mrs. Spoonhouse should have been sent straight from the Emergency Room to a neurosurgeon. Maybe she would have died anyway, but Dr. Scales should not have admitted her to Dixiana. Penny had planned to speak to the family in the waiting room but instead found herself in the elevator
"... Although she continued to help the nurse with whom she had been assigned, Penny’s mind was not focused on the work. She spent her spare minutes either documenting Dr. Scales’s admission and transferral of Mrs. Spoonhouse or dreading her trip to Charleston—moving her parents would be hard.
"... patient in 304 with a toxic digoxin level?”
Deciding that her boss didn’t want to talk about Mrs. Spoonhouse in front of a new employee, Penny tried to concentrate on what Mrs. Gwen was saying about the patient down the hall.
“We discontinued her digoxin when she was admitted, ..."
"...Penny had never told Johnny about Mrs. Spoonhouse: how Dr. Scales admitted her to Dixiana’s CCU when she should have been sent straight to Jacksonville. As they walked, she struggled within herself: confidentiality never used to be such a big issue, and Johnny wouldn’t tell anybody. Penny decided to tell him.