Motorcycles, Guns and Vomit

We have two new patients who both crashed their motorcycles while driving drunk. In one accident, the patient's wife died. What they did was stupid, but I still feel for them, especially for the man who is wearing a wedding ring, but now has no wife. I don't know how a person recovers from that.

We have another patient who accidently shot himself in the leg with a high-powered rifle. His explanation didn't make much sense, but I guess it doesn't really matter how it happened. Our job is just to patch him back together again.

Tonight's star patient vomited. Nothing unusual about that. I can understand how it got all down the front of her , the bed, the bed rails and the floor. But there also was a pile of vomit sitting on top of her head like a smelly cap. Even her ears were filled with vomit.

She was sitting up in bed at the time. How did she manage to spew puke over the top of her head? Gotta give her credit for creativity, though.

We tried to pick the chunks out of her hair, but vomit really sticks to hair strands. After washing her and changing all of the linens she still smelled like partially digested roast beef, rice, diced carrots, milk, bread and watermelon with plenty of stomach acid mixed in. But that's okay. Her roommate also couldn't stop vomiting. (Hope you're not eating, Gemmak.)