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the opening of Mrs. Gates room. She stood and walked over to the doorway. “Is there a problem ladies?”
Both women jumped instantly, and disbursed.
Chapter Six
“Damn it, what’s taking so long?” Raymond stopped pacing just long enough to slam is fist against his open palm then began pacing again. He walked to the open door and glanced out just in time to see Hope disappear into another patient’s room after speaking to a nurse. “It shouldn’t take this long.”
“Raymond would just sit still and relax,” Louise said. “Your constant pacing is making me dizzy.”
Colonel Wheeler, having long since resolved himself to lengthy waits, flipped through a golf magazine he’d found in the family waiting area. He looked up briefly then focused his attention back to the outdated magazine. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.
Usually the cool calm type, it was out of character for Raymond to be so anxious. Good-humored by nature, he was known for his calm, controlled demeanor which suited him as a surgeon. To see his total lack of patience was eye-opening, to say the least. The mere sight of Raymond angrily pacing back and forth had kept Colonel Wheeler amused for the past hour.
“Oh this is ridiculous. It’s like being in the DMV, nothing takes this long. Where the hell is she?” Raymond stood at the door and watched Hope as she talked with another doctor then with a nurse. She sat at the desk examining something in front of her. Raymond frowned then turned back into the room and continued pacing.
“Raymond Gates Jr., would you please stay still and sit down. Your constant pacing and complaining is driving me crazy,” Louise blurted out. Raymond walked across the room and scanned the numerous monitor read outs. “Raymond, sit, now,” Louise ordered firmly.
Frustrated, Raymond looked over to Colonel Wheeler. He was chuckling softly and shaking his head which was still buried in a magazine. Raymond exasperated, picked up the hospital chart, sat down in the nearest chair and read Hope’s notes again.
He carefully reviewed each notation. With the available data, medical history and the various results of the tests, he came to the same medical conclusion as Hope. Acute gastritis would possibly explain the chest pains. And as for the hives, she indicated it was something Louise had ingested. Therefore she recommended a series of allergy tests. For the first time in almost ninety minutes he breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued to read the extended details of her test results and prescribed treatment. Raymond agreed with Hope’s basic preventive health plan. Her medical diagnosis was sound and her extended prognosis was thorough.
He was just about to close the chart when an added notation caught his attention. Possible LP macrotentioneda.
He wasn’t familiar with the term.
Acronyms were common in the medical profession, particularly in the ER. There, they were critical. Ray frowned. He’d been a doctor and around physicians his whole life. He was unfamiliar with this particular term. Just as he stood to inquire as to its meaning, his cell phone rang. He’d forgotten to turn his cellular phone off as he entered the building. He flipped open the telephone on the second ring. “Gates.”
“Where the hell have you been?” I’ve been calling for over an hour.” Raymond instantly smiled.
“Let me call you back.” Raymond excused himself and exited the hospital. He walked over to his car and leaned against the side door. He pressed the code to dial the lasted number called. Tony picked up instantly.
“Where the hell have you been?” I’ve been calling for over an hour.” Tony was his usual self, somewhere south of fury and north of frenetic, as his voice boomed into the receiver. “I got a message from Colonel Wheeler, what’s going on with Mamma Lou?”
“Everything’s under control. Mamma Lou had an episode...” he began, but was instantly cut off.
“An
Both women jumped instantly, and disbursed.
Chapter Six
“Damn it, what’s taking so long?” Raymond stopped pacing just long enough to slam is fist against his open palm then began pacing again. He walked to the open door and glanced out just in time to see Hope disappear into another patient’s room after speaking to a nurse. “It shouldn’t take this long.”
“Raymond would just sit still and relax,” Louise said. “Your constant pacing is making me dizzy.”
Colonel Wheeler, having long since resolved himself to lengthy waits, flipped through a golf magazine he’d found in the family waiting area. He looked up briefly then focused his attention back to the outdated magazine. He chuckled to himself and shook his head.
Usually the cool calm type, it was out of character for Raymond to be so anxious. Good-humored by nature, he was known for his calm, controlled demeanor which suited him as a surgeon. To see his total lack of patience was eye-opening, to say the least. The mere sight of Raymond angrily pacing back and forth had kept Colonel Wheeler amused for the past hour.
“Oh this is ridiculous. It’s like being in the DMV, nothing takes this long. Where the hell is she?” Raymond stood at the door and watched Hope as she talked with another doctor then with a nurse. She sat at the desk examining something in front of her. Raymond frowned then turned back into the room and continued pacing.
“Raymond Gates Jr., would you please stay still and sit down. Your constant pacing and complaining is driving me crazy,” Louise blurted out. Raymond walked across the room and scanned the numerous monitor read outs. “Raymond, sit, now,” Louise ordered firmly.
Frustrated, Raymond looked over to Colonel Wheeler. He was chuckling softly and shaking his head which was still buried in a magazine. Raymond exasperated, picked up the hospital chart, sat down in the nearest chair and read Hope’s notes again.
He carefully reviewed each notation. With the available data, medical history and the various results of the tests, he came to the same medical conclusion as Hope. Acute gastritis would possibly explain the chest pains. And as for the hives, she indicated it was something Louise had ingested. Therefore she recommended a series of allergy tests. For the first time in almost ninety minutes he breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued to read the extended details of her test results and prescribed treatment. Raymond agreed with Hope’s basic preventive health plan. Her medical diagnosis was sound and her extended prognosis was thorough.
He was just about to close the chart when an added notation caught his attention. Possible LP macrotentioneda.
He wasn’t familiar with the term.
Acronyms were common in the medical profession, particularly in the ER. There, they were critical. Ray frowned. He’d been a doctor and around physicians his whole life. He was unfamiliar with this particular term. Just as he stood to inquire as to its meaning, his cell phone rang. He’d forgotten to turn his cellular phone off as he entered the building. He flipped open the telephone on the second ring. “Gates.”
“Where the hell have you been?” I’ve been calling for over an hour.” Raymond instantly smiled.
“Let me call you back.” Raymond excused himself and exited the hospital. He walked over to his car and leaned against the side door. He pressed the code to dial the lasted number called. Tony picked up instantly.
“Where the hell have you been?” I’ve been calling for over an hour.” Tony was his usual self, somewhere south of fury and north of frenetic, as his voice boomed into the receiver. “I got a message from Colonel Wheeler, what’s going on with Mamma Lou?”
“Everything’s under control. Mamma Lou had an episode...” he began, but was instantly cut off.
“An
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