***Phone rings at midnight***Coworker: Hey, Reas. I need to pass this one on to you. I paged Dr. Dre a while ago but he hasn't gotten back to me yet. It's for St. Elsewhere; they're needing a bed for a seven-year-old.
Me: No problem. Tell me what's going on and I'll take it from here.
And so I find out what's going on with the kid and paged the doctor.
And waited fifteen minutes.....
And paged the doctor.....
And waited fifteen minutes.....
And then, feeling as if perhaps I'm paging the wrong doctor, called the unit for clarification.
Nurse Ratched: Children's Unit
Me: Hi, Sally. It's Reas. Is Dr. Dre off tonight by any chance?
Nurse Ratched: Not that I know of. Why do you ask?
Me: He's been paged three times in the last hour by two different people and he's not returning the pages. Is he the only one who can accept for this unit?
Nurse Ratched: Yes, he is. (Papers shuffling in the background) And it doesn't appear he left anyone else in charge tonight.
Me: OK, thanks. I guess I'll call St. Elsewhere and let them know I can't get in touch with the doctor and they'll need to look at other hospitals.
So I call the contact number for St. Elsewhere
which turned out to be a pager.
Sigh.
So I punched in my number
And waited.....
***Phone rings****
Pleasantries exchanged and then...
Me: I was getting back to you about that bed you needed for the seven-year-old....
Her: Oh! Wow, we found a bed. But hey! Thanks for calling back. ->
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