If you've been following the details of my little saga closely, you might remember that immediately prior to Noo's illness I was bracing myself to leave Gimbels. Actually, Noo was hospitalized during my last week there, and the emotional upheaval of leaving Gimbels was overshadowed by the emotional turmoil of worrying about her. This was a mixed blessing at best, because now have the relief of knowing Noo is getting better, I still feel unresolved about leaving Gimbels. I suppose this is how the people who believe they were abducted by aliens feel.
ME: Did 125 get his x-ray this morning?
CHARGE RN: Who?
ME: The guy in 125.
CHARGE RN: Did you check the computer?
ME: The study isn't listed on the computer, which makes me suspect that he didn't get it.
CHARGE RN (calling out to floor RN): Laura, did 125 go to X-ray?
FLOOR RN: X-ray? Was he supposed to get an X-ray today?
ME: Yup. Ordered yesterday afternoon for this morning. Did radiology call for him?
FLOOR RN: Not since I've been here.
CHARGE RN: What about the end of night shift?
FLOOR RN: The night nurse didn't mention the x-ray.
ME (wearily, to Charge RN): Can you find out what's going on?
CHARGE RN: I'll call down.
(Two hours later.)
ME: What happened with that x-ray?
CHARGE RN: Radiology never picked up the requisition yesterday. I found it in the out basket.
ME: O-kay. Do they have it now?
CHARGE RN: I ran it down to them an hour and a half ago?
ME: So did he get the x-ray or not?
CHARGE RN: I've called twice, they say they'll get to him when they can.
ME (with great self-control): So that means the x-ray which I ordered for first thing this morning is going to get done this afternoon?
CHARGE RN: It might.