I turned faint and weary as the page came through "Your patients heart rate is one hundred eighty" My legs shook as I ran up the stairs Thoughts racing a mile a minute, hoping someone more knowledgeable might be there first As I turned a corner, color draining from my face Then I spot my savior, the nurse, holding a syringe filled with the medication I knew now my patient and I were in good hands.
Govind, MD, Anusha
"A Tribute to our Nurses,"
The Medicine Forum: Vol. 17
, Article 22.
Available at: http://jdc.jefferson.edu/tmf/vol17/iss1/22