In 1969-1970 I was an intern and rotated in the ED for a month.
The elevators at Charity were a genetic study in real life. There was an achondroplastic dwarf, a Marfan’s syndrome, an Osteogenesis Imperfecta individual and a person with acromegaly.
When my MD husband (now an otolaryngologist) was rotating on morning medicine rounds in the medical ward, he saw three bedside tables with full glasses of orange juice. All were tables of deceased persons who had passed away in the night.
Making rounds the morning after Mardi Gras there were three dead people in the waiting room.
I remember that you couldn’t call the eye resident before doing a slit lamp exam first.
I had a patient in the exam room with an long leg wound covered with maggots. I remembered the rule not to let the patient get between you and the door.
My MD husband covered an LSU ward for a friend for a few hours. A student nurse was supposed to care for diabetics in coma. In error she gave the insulin to the patients in the adjoining beds. These unfortunate patients responded to DW50.
When i worked the night shift in the ED I had a man with what seemed to me to be have an unremarkable history. He had pulmonary edema on x-ray. I signed him out and when I returned the next day discovered that he was a drug user.