I began my day in the hospital as
usual. Being a respiratory therapist I was always looking for extra flow
meters to connect patients up to oxygen. Many times they would be left
in the room when patients were discharged. So I would go from room to
room checking. As I stepped into the room I noticed the patient was
connected to a catheter and the bag was filled with blood clots. As I
looked up I saw a middle aged lady lying there sobbing uncontrollably.
I asked "Honey what is wrong?... Continue reading ...