Author: Raj Waghmare

Triage Note: Fish hook in eye. No bleeding. Tetanus up to date. It’s a sunny weekend during cottage season. A young woman is rushed into

Twenty-four year old J.P. Tyler is as pale as his white t-shirt that’s two sizes too big. He’s lying on his back – moaning –

It’s 1 a.m, and I’m afraid this guy is going to die. He’s gasping for air, hunched over a table as I poke his chubby back and

I carried it around with me the entire shift. I showed it to my E.R. colleagues, the internists, and even a couple of surgeons. I’d

The nurse at triage can feel her heart race as Madison raises her shirt and shows the splotches around her thin waist. She calls another

It’s almost seven p.m. and I’m handed the chart of a man in his sixties. “Can you see this one first,” the nurse says, “he needs