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CHART #
00950100110 |
PRIMARY FACILITY
Vestibriüm University Hospital |
CODE
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ATTENDING PHYSICIAN
Kördann |
TYPE
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AU
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DISPOSITION (STATUS)
In progress |
ARTICLE (JOURNAL REF)
Assisting Dr. Kördann on Seven (Revisiting the Eisinbrüge-Strühiafe Incident) |
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"No sutures," she declared, "Not even a Teflex." She stretched open the wound for my inspection, and I peered skeptically at the clotted area (anterior process). "Do you think that will hold?" I wondered. Dr. Kördann shrugged, "It's worth a try." I frowned under my mask... She stared rather blankly at the subject, then began probing the site in a seemingly dilatory manner. (Was she expecting me to challenge her technique?) "Clever." So she removed another segment of gelatinous tissue... "to make room," ...and pressed a sleeve to her forehead. "Rinse and suction," she ordered. "Box..."
One of the nurses wheeled a tray to Dr. Kördann's side. "Now, here's where it gets interesting," she asserted, unlocking the case. She removed an object from the container and displayed it for the assembled cadre. A small cylinder with a number of rather curious fittings protruding from the side. (It looked aluminum, but must have been stainless steel or titanium, with gold couplings rather than brass.) She rotated the device between gloved fingers. "Less than six kilograms, and nearly self-contained. I finished testing it last night. Subtle vibrations may be experienced upon activation, but I expect comparatively smooth function overall."
Then she glanced suspiciously around the room, eyeing me in particular. "Installation..." she looked to the clock, "...at 8:23. Not bad." One of the other doctors inserted a shoehorn-like instrument to help her guide the unit into place. "Deeper..." she instructed, "The cavity should have adequate elasticity for this stretch, but I would rather cut it than have it tear. Okay... Try rotating. Easy... Don't let those outlets scratch anything. Now push..."
And I interrupted, "Is that... An approved device?" Dr. Kördann failed to respond, so I cleared my throat and repeated the question. "Well," she finally mumbled, "I don't know." (Or maybe: "I don't... No.") "But, I feel..." A shudder, accompanied by an abrupt loss in pressure. "Damn." And she withdrew. "Induced paroxysm," she conceded, squinting at the indicators. "I'm not entirely pleased with the fit, but it seems this will have to do." Her mask expanded as she sighed. "May as well close. I'll attempt a lateral connection with the scope tomorrow -- after this trauma subsides."
Slippery latex pulled inside out, and dropped into a canister. At 8:41... Good practice.