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<blockquote data-quote="BusynMember" data-source="post: 709532" data-attributes="member: 1550"><p>I worked at a hospital in the Admissions Dept. This was before sophisticated technology so we could only enter patient data into a computer if the patient were sitting in front of us. Otherwise, if a patient came into the emergency room alone, we had to go back to ER with a list of questions about name/address/insurance, then walk back to the Admitting office and transfer our handwritten information into the computer. It happened quite often. I was pretty new when this happened and I really loved my job.</p><p></p><p>One evening at work I got a run-of-the-mill call from ER telling me a man had come in alone and Id have to go back there to get his information. I grabbed a pen and clipboard with question sheet and other papers, walked down the corredor and into the busy emergency room and a nurse pointed to room 4. There were a lot of people there, cops, paramedics, a few docors, others but this was normal.</p><p></p><p>I walked into Room 4 and the man was asleep, which happened. I walked up to him. , He was covered in a blanket, also normal and I gently said, "i'm from Admitting, Mr. Smith, and I hate to bother you, but I have to ask you some questions."</p><p></p><p> He didnt answer. I hated when I had to wake them up, but we simply had no choice. We had to get their identification and insurance. Period. And they had to sign forms if no kin was with them, even if they could barely hold the pen. I felt so bad about this part of the job.</p><p></p><p>I gently touched his shoulder over his gown and leaned over a little. I didnt talk too loud becsuse I didnt want to startle him."Sir? I...have to get...some information.."</p><p></p><p>Nothing.</p><p></p><p>I shook him a little. My gut clenched. He didnt feel right.</p><p></p><p>He was dead.</p><p></p><p>I ran out of the room calling for help to be met by the entire crowd of workers, doctors included, cracking up. Loudly.One nurse was laughing so hard she had to wipe her eyes. Then I got it. My jaw dropped. "You did that on purpose!" I was looking from one smiling face to another.</p><p></p><p>One guy in green scrubs said, "Yes, everyone gets this initiation."</p><p></p><p>This was very long ago and i dont know if it could happen now, but it happened then. I saw many dead people at that job, but that was my first and I never forgot it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BusynMember, post: 709532, member: 1550"] I worked at a hospital in the Admissions Dept. This was before sophisticated technology so we could only enter patient data into a computer if the patient were sitting in front of us. Otherwise, if a patient came into the emergency room alone, we had to go back to ER with a list of questions about name/address/insurance, then walk back to the Admitting office and transfer our handwritten information into the computer. It happened quite often. I was pretty new when this happened and I really loved my job. One evening at work I got a run-of-the-mill call from ER telling me a man had come in alone and Id have to go back there to get his information. I grabbed a pen and clipboard with question sheet and other papers, walked down the corredor and into the busy emergency room and a nurse pointed to room 4. There were a lot of people there, cops, paramedics, a few docors, others but this was normal. I walked into Room 4 and the man was asleep, which happened. I walked up to him. , He was covered in a blanket, also normal and I gently said, "i'm from Admitting, Mr. Smith, and I hate to bother you, but I have to ask you some questions." He didnt answer. I hated when I had to wake them up, but we simply had no choice. We had to get their identification and insurance. Period. And they had to sign forms if no kin was with them, even if they could barely hold the pen. I felt so bad about this part of the job. I gently touched his shoulder over his gown and leaned over a little. I didnt talk too loud becsuse I didnt want to startle him."Sir? I...have to get...some information.." Nothing. I shook him a little. My gut clenched. He didnt feel right. He was dead. I ran out of the room calling for help to be met by the entire crowd of workers, doctors included, cracking up. Loudly.One nurse was laughing so hard she had to wipe her eyes. Then I got it. My jaw dropped. "You did that on purpose!" I was looking from one smiling face to another. One guy in green scrubs said, "Yes, everyone gets this initiation." This was very long ago and i dont know if it could happen now, but it happened then. I saw many dead people at that job, but that was my first and I never forgot it. [/QUOTE]
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