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Category Archives: Venice Stories
Murphy Bed
“Did I really fall asleep? Sorry, that’s supposed to be a good movie, right?” This boy, the intern Scott Bristol, probably thought I didn’t care about him. I watched him drive through the Saturday night traffic on San Vicente from … Continue reading →
How I Met Your Mother
Squinting at her name badge, I asked, “GN. What’s that?” Six months into my internship, I’d seen hundreds of students – medical, nursing, anesthesia – parade through 5L, the cramped labor and delivery ward at LA County Hospital. She smiled. … Continue reading →
The Middle of the Night – Complete
Vasser sat at the front desk, feeding another chart, sheet by sheet, onto the patient’s green plastic ID card in the beige stamping tool. “Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk. Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk.” Vasser’s left hand melded with the handle … Continue reading →
The Middle of the Night: Venice Stories, Chapter 2
Vasser sat at the front desk, feeding another chart, sheet by sheet, onto the patient’s green plastic ID card in the beige stamping tool. “Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk. Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk.” Vasser’s left hand melded with the handle … Continue reading →
The Middle of the Night: Chapter 2-ii
I picked the nursing sheets out of the chart, tapped them on the desk to even the corners, and kept them close to my chest while Cheryl blinked twice. Grayer appeared from the hall leading to the labor rooms, officiously … Continue reading →
The Middle of the Night: Venice Stories 2 – i
Vasser sat at the front desk, feeding another chart, sheet by sheet, onto the patient’s green plastic ID card in the beige stamping tool. “Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk. Whoosh – clomp – ca-chunk.” Vasser’s left hand melded with the handle … Continue reading →
How I Met Your Mother
Squinting at her name badge, I asked, “GN. What’s that?” Six months into my internship, I’d seen hundreds of students – medical, nursing, anesthesia – parade through 5L, the cramped labor and delivery ward at LA County Hospital. She smiled. … Continue reading →
How I Met Your Mother – ii
[Part i here: http://bikrutz.org/triblog/?p=3347 She dropped her head is if in thought. Noticing the hematocrit tube still in her hand, she twitched her lips, squinched her nose, and said, “I’ve got to get back to my patient. The junior resident … Continue reading →
How I Met Your Mother – i
Squinting at her name badge, I asked, “GN. What’s that?” Six months into my internship, I’d seen hundreds of students – medical, nursing, anesthesia – parade through 5L, the cramped labor and delivery ward at LA County Hospital. She smiled. … Continue reading →
Go Your Own Way
Rotating the AM dial just after midnight, finding only static, I looked over to Cheryl, her face tranquil as she drifted off. This late on a Saturday night, US 395 south of Mono Lake looked empty, no red tail-lights or … Continue reading →