My brother had had surgery to remove a cancer from his colon and was having a spectacular recovery. His wife (who works at this hospital) called me about 06:30 one morning tell me that I may need to pick him up before the nurses killed him. He was walking laps around the floor and had a new insult for them every time he passed the nurse’s station (he knew most of them well from hospital events) and they weren’t able to keep up with his wit. I loaded up my crews and went to work as usual until about 10 when I got a call from Dad telling me to come to the hospital immediately.
My brother was near death in the ICU. WTF?? I told the guys what was going on and that I’d get back to them as he was their boss too. I ran in and was allowed quickly access to ICU (bad sign that) to find him with 3 nurses attending. Two were changing out IV fluids. One was sitting by his side. A fourth was watching the monitors. All had grim expressions and were particularly close friends of his. I’ve never seen that many IV pumps going at once and at that high a speed. A normal pump just goes “pop pop” every several seconds. These sounded like ski boats. There were at least 4 going hooked to both arms.