Not chaos at first but very busy this day, the 12th of May; then we had a code and some other stuff, culminating in an aortic aneurysm who came in looking like a dirty white sheet and was dissecting from the aortic arch to the bifurcation. And that’s when things went all stupid and pear-shaped.
In the middle of this Sturm und Drang I cheerfully, irreverently pointed out the day was Nightingale’s birthday. Hurray for Us!
Groans. Then Triage walks by.
“Great,” she says. “Now we have someone to blame for this shit.”