The new nursing student I do CART for is a young man in a pathophysiology class at 8 a.m. Mondays and Wednesdays.
This was a Monday morning, all right, in all its glory: First I forgot my software key and had to make increasingly more frantic calls to my software vendor for support. I pay them $700 or $750 a year for supposedly 24/7 support. When I finally got through at 8:03, the woman said, "The phones have just started ringing here...." Ms. Norma is not a happy camper and will be asking the question: How does a person who pays for the premiere level of service (supposedly 24/7/364, excepting Christmas in recent years, I believe, and a partial day when they have, I don't know, a company picnic or something -- at least that was MY understanding -- I will look into this) deal with emergencies like this if they don't open until 8 a.m.?
But anyway, I only missed about four minutes of class, so crisis mostly averted. However, I had a half hour to be able to COMPLETELY avert the crisis and no one had to be any the wiser, IF MY SOFTWARE COMPANY HAD COME THROUGH FOR ME AS I THINK THEY SHOULD HAVE. GRUMBLE.
Then, towards the end of class, my new student, who is quite profoundly deaf, burst out laughing and pointed to the laptop screen. And this is what I read:
And so if you have a bulging dick at L3, you're going to be impeding some of the ventral contribution to the femoral nerve, but not all of it.
Welcome to my world.
At the end of class, he gave me a big thumbs up, and said "Perfect."
Well, not quite.