by Hippocrates | Feb 29, 2016 | War Stories
It’s 0730 and I’m not in the OR for a change. I’m in the surgery waiting room. Up at 0330, nervous, my wife in the shower with the antiseptic soap for her timed, three-minute last dose. Two hard-boiled eggs for me and a double coffee from the Kureg...
by Hippocrates | Feb 17, 2016 | War Stories
There were no cars behind me. Why should there be? It was 0430 and I was at the stop sign on Wyatt St. six blocks south of Children’s. All I needed to do was turn right, like I had every other morning the past seven weeks. I saw the headlights half-a mile further...
by Hippocrates | Feb 14, 2016 | War Stories
“Jesus Christ, take the trocar out. You shouldn’t be using it until you know what you’re doing, which probably isn’t going happen anytime soon.” She stood on the other side of the metal procedural table that was covered with a sterile drape on which the thoracostomy...
