First, I want to apologize for not following the community rule...
I didn't read the rules before posting this story.
I was so carried away by how much I put into writing it, I wanted everyone to read it.
I have taken correction and promise not to let it happen again.
Meanwhile...
Pim! Pim! Pim! Pim! Pim! The multiparameter monitors running on the inverter were singing in the background. Somewhere in the distance, the crowd that brought Mr. John to the emergency were conversing in a rather rowdy manner.
“what did you just say?” Dr. Amadi asked with a very disturbed look on his face.
John’s wife-to-be, popularly known as Angel said to Dr. Amadi,
“I think he called it the dust of an angel. He used to tease me, calling me the angel of his life, and anytime he took that medication it reminded him of me, and moreover, he used it to treat the depressive moods that he used to have.”
Dr. Amadi kept his eyes on Angel as she continued in between sobs;
“I remember that one of his friends was asking him about “angel dust” and I overheard him saying that he would sort it out. I didn’t know what he meant.”
Dr. Amadi knew she was talking about the substance, “phencyclidine”, a drug that was initially used as a “dissociative anesthetic” but was removed from the market because of its numerous side effects. Popularly known as “angel dust” or “PCP” for short, the drug had rendered a lot of people incapacitated, people that Dr. Amadi had as close friends, now another of his friends, his classmate was under the clutches of the same demon.
But wait a minute, the signs were not making sense. Dr. Amadi knew that PCP toxicity would not cause ascites. That’s when it dawned on him that he was 17hours into his shift and had only taken 3 bottles of coke, he had mixed up John’s signs with that of another GIT patient he had seen just before getting to examine Mr. John. He needed to wrap this up and get some rest.
Having the necessary information, Dr. Amadi went on to ask other questions about his behavior, while the nurses carried out his treatment plan. Sitting down to another bottle of coke, that tiny voice that had just recently become familiar to Dr. Amadi asked in a really anxious tone,
“Would my husband be fine”?
Dr. Amadi, turning to Angel said to her,
“I believe so”.
Then something shocking happened. Mr. John’s father entered the emergency.
“I was told that you wanted to see me” Dr. Amadi, who was already thinking of his bed, said to him.
“yes doctor, I have a confession to make,” said John’s Father.
“what is it?” Dr. Amadi asked, sounding really disinterested.
When John’s father spoke, Dr. Amadi was so enraged that he felt like using the stethoscope around his neck to injure the old man. The tiredness Dr. Amadi felt suddenly left him, he was boiling with so much anger.
“How could you? How could you do this to your own son?”…
…to be continued.
Here's the link to
The cost of one lie part 1
Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Emergency! Emergency!
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Here's the link to
The cost of one lie... Part 1
Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Emergency! Emergency!
The chaos and pandemonium at th... @drceeyou/the-cost-of-a-lie