The Medical Leech Part II

You know how it goes in every tutorial - there are eight (there are always eight - doctors cabal as easily as witches in a coven) of us clustered around the patient, a NINETY SIX YEAR OLD lady with frail wispy hair, sunken eyes that were clouded over, and probably weighed a total of THREE KILOGRAMS excluding the LTOT ventilator and 3 assorted drips.

Sir, my patient is a 96-yr old BIBASAL CREPS WITH RIGHT LOWER EFFUSION.

In the rush to leech off signs, a woman easily five times your age was buffetted by at least 6 pairs of hands. As each girl went up ("Girls in general talk louder, percuss softer") and flunked like incompetent little fucks, prolonging her agony. With every fucked up tap of her back she start coughing more and more, eventually wheezing like a sad little balloon in a children's story who was just getting smaller and smaller cause too many children were fighting to play with it.

And you'd think it'll stop here didn'tcha?

"Come lets get a guy" to show you how you dumb fucks should have done it? WHAM WHAM went the clavicles. WHAM WHAM went her back that was probably broken by the Jap occupation, the communist insurgency. A simple, unassuming lady in obvious pain, unable to refuse the leeches simply because her ventilator made speech impossible. A lady who did no wrong (except to have her pleura effused) to deserve the leeches fighting over her, pummeling on her back like untrained little fucks who (a) don't even know what they're doing and (b) don't know how NOT to elicit pain.

MAN IT MAKES ME FEEL SO DAMN PISSED OFF.