From Frank Denison
via Internet
About four years ago I spent a night in a British hospital. I couldn’t sleep
and saw an “incident”: the patient next to me had a heart attack, a nurse found
him, started cardio pulmonary resuscitation and called for help. A couple of
doctors and various other staff rushed in, the curtains were pulled around the
bed and a piece of equipment (I assumed a defibrillator) was plugged in on my
side of the curtain.
The lead obviously wasn’t long enough and the plug pulled out of the socket
at what I guess was an unfortunate moment (doctors seem to have an extensive
vocabulary of profanities). It was plugged back in and the same thing happened
twice more before a nurse was stationed to hold it in place. It didn’t exactly
inspire confidence.
