Code Blue

“Code Blue, TICU” That was David. I rushed to his room as part of the Trauma Team, not really knowing what was going on. His lips were gray and there was not the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. His pulse was faint and erratic. The multiple sensors attached to his body displayed a desperate SOS. His oxygen saturations were low. SOS. His blood pressure kept dropping. SOS. He was cold. Continue reading Code Blue

A las cinco

Toda la mañana de ayer estuve con un dolor de cabeza que ni el café, ni el acetaminofen eliminaron. Los casos a los que llené expedientes van desde una niña con un grano de maíz descompuesto en la nariz hasta veinte puntos de sutura en la frente de un hombre agredido por su esposa en defensa propia. Eso sin contar a Don Jorge, el ex militar que cada cinco o seis días nos visita con el mismo padecimiento inexistente, que se esmera en describir para, tal vez, escapar de la soledad que representa no tener con quien hablar. Continue reading A las cinco