The Spanish Doctor's Love-Child
'Rod Hawes, fifty-four, had just got a strike at tenpin bowling when he started having chest pains,' Ed, the paramedic, told Becky and David as he wheeled the trolley into Resus. 'His wife and kids are on their way.'
Becky glanced at their patient, not liking his colour or the sheen of sweat on his skin.
'He described the pain as being like an elephant sitting on his chest,' Ed continued.
Classic symptoms. So she was expecting the paramedic's next comment: 'The pain wasn't relieved by GTN and from the trace we think he's had an MI. We've cannulated and given him oxygen, but no aspirin because he's got a stomach ulcer.'
A complication they could really do without.
Almost before David asked, she had a syringe in her hand and bottles. 'Usual bloods?' she asked.
He nodded. 'Has he had an antiemetic?' David asked the paramedic.
'Not yet.'
'I'm on it,' Becky said, swiftly sorting out the bloods. She'd administered an antiemetic through the cannula and set up the electrocardiograph leads to take a trace of the heart's activity by the time David had finished taking the patient's history.
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