Author Archives: Al

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

[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 →