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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Yes Marlene I agree with Sandi. In
fact I think there are a few of us</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>nasty nurse droolers in your family that
would agree with her. Guess </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>why??? Because women are the ones
that have the silent heart attacks</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>and die. We love you to much
to see that happen!</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Of course now come my little story of
"Going Marlene" on a Marlene</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>type co-worker having chest pain. I
was working at a small long term care</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>facility as my extra one day a week job.
(I love wounds!) The girls came running</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>down the hall for yelling for me. I
though 'Oh Crap someone fell!" Nope one </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>of the CNA's was having chest pain at the
nurse's station. I went into Bark Biotch</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>mode. You... go get oxygen.
You get the back board...You get the cart. You by the
</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>phone. Assessment not so
good. I can the ER which </FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT size=2
face=Antique>I call and give the info and </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>I can see from the door. The girl
is 32 yrs old and refuses to go by ambulance.
She </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>kept telling me it was indigestion.
She couldn't afford to go to the doctor. It was a</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>waste of time. I went
</FONT></STRONG><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>MARLENE!!! If she
wasn't so bad I would have strangled her</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>myself for being an
idiot.</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Now Marlene I want you to hear this
part. The ER nurse called me. She was in
the</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>middle of a massive heart attack.
She went by Life Flight to the larger hospital that </FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>could handle this kind of cardiac
event. The whole time she was talking to everyone
and</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>even joking even though her blood
pressure was 70 over nada and her pulse was over 190.</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>So what is 5 hours in the scheme
of 20, 30 or 70 years more with your houndies? Now
</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>behave or I will come down and go Nurse
Karen on your butt!</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>But we still love
you!</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
<DIV><STRONG><FONT size=2 face=Antique>Karen and The Dog House
Gang</FONT></STRONG></DIV>
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