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CHART #
00870172001 |
PRIMARY FACILITY
Vestibriüm University Hospital |
CODE
2.01 |
ATTENDING PHYSICIAN
Kördann |
TYPE
n/a |
AU
S |
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DISPOSITION (STATUS)
In progress |
ARTICLE (JOURNAL REF)
Post-Op Evaluation |
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Mümnarr's Anesthesiological Handbook, p. 793: "Nevertheless, the user should be wary of ether's toxic resilience, engendering a plethora of discomforts including hypersensitive interpretation of aural stimulation, profoundly accentuating..." The crash of glass vials affecting an excruciating pressure spike (which I estimate in my delirium at over 2300 mg Hg -- nearly three atmospheres). Unfortunately, my skull fails to rupture. Instead, I discern the wheeze of Nurse Atticus, "This one's coming up." Then, a luminescent haze as my left eyelid parts, and I establish (after several moments of contemplation) that proper depth perception is dependant on both lids opening.
"Glad you made it," says Dr. Kördann. "I thought you were dead for sure. Especially after that third day. I suppose it's my fault, but... Well, that's ether for you." Placing her thumb above my brow, she aims a penlight into my sluggish iris. "Wow," she exclaims. "We definitely had some problems."
"Here... I want to show you something." She pulls several films from an envelope and holds one against the window's diffused light. "What do you make of this?" she asks. I try to focus on the cloudy image, but the ether's residue... "Double vision?" Dr. Kördann reaches over and closes my right eye. "Try now," she says. I squint at the gray film, but am unable to appreciate any details. "Let me help," she offers. "You see the lead, don't you? The white spots? You see them, right?" I groan an unintelligible response. "Well, they're still in there," she confirms. "I tried, but I couldn't get them out. You know why?" I moan and shake my head. "Take another look," she urges, holding the x-ray closer. "Take a look at this film, and tell my why those slugs need to stay put." I knit my brow in an effort to comply, but Dr. Kördann sighs. "Here," she says, removing her glasses. "Try these." She situates her glasses on me. "Better?" And I begin to focus...
"The nerve cluster."
She nods approvingly. "Fortunate, that you've come around so quickly. Classes start tomorrow. I'll see you in lecture."