The Dance of Donation
Red M.D.
NOVEMBER 28, 2020
“Code trauma. ETA 5 min.” The message flashed across my pager on a Wednesday during morning rounds. As I hustled downstairs to the trauma bay, I called ahead and asked, “What’s coming?”. “Mid 30s. Hanging. 10 minutes of CPR with ROSC. Intubated on the scene. Pupils fixed and dilated.”. “Damn,” I mumbled as I hung up. This was my third hanging in as many months.
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