Oxygen Blues

The sound of metal crashing on the ground.

Psssssssssssssttttt....

People started yelling. Hordes of screaming people can be seen running towards the OPD, away from the ER. IM patients started hyperventilating. Secluded in the Pediatrics area, surrounded by screaming babies and annoying parents, a children's party for the sick, I found myself torn between saving myself or acting like a hero and convincing everybody to be calm and walk out of the room in a single file.

But then, who was I kidding?

My heart was racing. I had no idea what to do. I kept thinking, shit! If this hospital explodes in the next few seconds, and I die, no boyfriend would even come and cry in my funeral.

Yes, even faced with an impending death, I was still a hopeless romantic. So? Sue me.

So, what did I do? LIke the little scared girl that I was, I froze up and ended up just covering my ears, as if waiting for the impending doom, which anti-climactically did not appear. Sir Hermano straightened up the oxygen tank, recovered the tank knobs and closed the O2. So much for the heroics.

And thus ends the story of the day the RHD patient from IM tipped over the O2 tank, accidentally openned up its gas knob and caused chaos in the ER.