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Years ago, when I worked in the NICU, the hospital where I worked had a Mcdonalds in the lobby. When I worked nights, we often would go down there for dinner in the middle of the night (yeah I know, SO bad for me). The alarm on the automatic fryers for the French Fries (it would go off when the fries were ready) sounded just like our alarms for our monitors. Cannot tell you how many times my coworkers and I would be standing, waiting for our food, hear those fry alarms and jump thinking one of our babies was in trouble!
CheesePotato, BSN, RN
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It's a stormy night and you are quietly looking over orders in the ED, minding your own business, and suddenly from bay 4 you hear a little girl sing-song:
It's raining,
It's pouring,
The old man is snoring--
He bumped his head,
Went to bed,
And couldn't get up in the morning.
Which your sleep deprived/call-riddled brain helpfully hears as:
Cat 1, 83yo. M, GCS 7, traumatic head injury, depressed respiratory status, found unresponsive at home in AM, IW ETA 45 ground, Trauma Doc to see.
And just like that, you just medically analyzed a piece of your childhood to death.