Dr. Weanus, dire and annoyed, calls a hasty conference of myself (as charge) and the nurse educator. He cannot, it seems, work under these conditions any longer. He cannot effectively practice his art. His patient care is suffering! If there is no change, if we do not amend our ways, he says he may be forced to cancel his coverage at Acme Regional altogether, and retreat to the quiet comfort of an office practice.
Do not tempt us, we think, but instead inquire as to the disaster which has provoked these threats.
He leads us to the Resus Room. Empty, tidy for once, trays stocked, tubes in their places and at the ready, cables untangled and hanging neatly by the monitors.
What? we ask.
Can’t you see it?
“The overbed tables are on the left side,” he finally says. “How can I efficiently examine patients on their right, if the tables are in the way?”
“Um, push them out of the way?” asks the educator.
We are actually laughing out loud when we leave the Resus Room