A dark corridor. The living room crammed closely. For decades old cigarette smoke. In the dim light a man on the leather sofa. Coffee table with blood pressure monitor, blood glucose meter and a full ashtray. He complains of dizziness, weakness, ringing in the ears. No wonder, high blood pressure? Diabetes? The woman begins to pick up all the drugs he takes. Yes, all. Please. Insulin, Delix ...
He is weak, varies in sitting, mumbles a bit. BZ 220, pulse 120, blood pressure 80, by palpation. Aha, that's enough. Skin moist but not overheated, sweaty. No fever so. The blood pressure tablet today is not taken. So where, asks the doctor, the low blood pressure?
The framed photos on the wall and show it to the woman. He worked there 20 years younger, they are not. He is not good. Pale he is. Narrated now criss-crossed by previous operations, different doctors, who with whom, in practice, the back pain ... The woman also ...
back pain, pain killers, maybe black stools? Blood loss?
Yes, and for days.
Now fast: ambulance call, access basket, fill slips. When arriving rescue Assis: Attach Ringer. Everything fits: bleeding in the gastrointestinal tract, perhaps by Togal. The pallor, dizziness when sitting, the rapid deterioration of the seriousness of the situation-
RR: 80 /..., HF: 140, Saturation: 99 In the ambulance the man is not just responsive. Then the blood pressure rises in HAES infusion.
The little woman in the ambulance is probably the doctor. She introduces herself not as she takes over the patient.
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