Superhero

Tonight Malesa and I went to our anesthesia class that was held over at the hospital. About 20 minutes into the class we were looking at some diagrams showing insertion of epidural needles into the back and between the vertebrae--stuff that makes most people feel a little squeamish. A lady sitting a couple of rows ahead of us called for help. We all looked over and realized that her husband had passed out cold. The anesthesiologist quickly walked over. I did my duty by pushing Malesa ahead of me and into the action. While they were handling the patient situation the doctor asked me to call an extension to get help. I called, told them a man had fainted in room 5-139, and then hung up. Ugh! I learned in scouts that you always stay on the line until they tell you to get off. I guess I flubbed my big moment. They decided to call for additional backup so Malesa quickly pulled out her handy hospital directory and fed phone numbers to the doctor who made the calls. Since Malesa was sort of on the front lines, I now affectionately refer to her as the "Green Beret." All-in-all, it made the class much more exciting.