So, remember a couple of days ago when I was bloviating on my inability to intubate a couple of patients?
Well, I am now officially the greatest intubator this side of the Mississippi.
That’s right. My intubation technique is so good, that I successfully dropped a tube in a gentleman this morning with my eyes closed…and one hand tied behind my back…while reciting the five T’s of cyanotic congenital heart defects…in Latin.
Ooohhh yeah.
Bring on the codes. I’m ready.*
*This statement is meant in no way to imply that I’m actually ready to run a code. You might also be surprised to know that I don’t speak Latin.
March 8th, 2007 at 12:52 pm
Way to set yourself up man; get ready for the fall. The next patient you try to intubate will turn blue and brady down while you fumble around looking for the damn epiglottis. You may get the tube but will be left drenched in sweat and shaking from the adrenaline. I say this not out of spite, but bitter personal knowledge. Don’t tempt the Airway Gods, for they are bitter and jealous and will smite thee.
March 8th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
You make a good point.
I suppose a sacrificial goat will be necessary to right my malfeasance.
I’ll get right on that.