Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

This anecdote is a continuation of “Pressure rising, a wake-up call and my three angels“.

After that blood-pressure rising episode, the three angels went on to take my pulse and respiration rate. I was pleased that they took my blood -pressure correctly. Looking at them smilingly, I turned to look at my table planner. I reminisced the times when I practiced holding my breath under-water.

They shook their watches several times and glanced at each other. Now, they all bent nearer, peering closely at my chest… scratching their heads.

“Yes, finished?” still holding my breath as much as possible.

“Your pulse rate is 80 per minute, but, but… your respiration rate is only four per minute!”

I laughed softly, “ok, ok, I was just pulling your legs! Now I will breathe normally!” They heaved a sigh of relief, completed their tasks, and got my initial into their log books. Teaching can be fun, too!

cheerful black teacher with diverse schoolkids
Can teaching be fun? [Photo by Katerina Holmes on Pexels.com]

These PNC student-nurses had to learn how to take vital signs among themselves, on their seniors, and then, on their lecturers. Only when they had completed that log, were they allowed to do on the patients in the wards.

Decades later, I don’t remember now who they are, but I enjoyed that life-enlightening morning episode.

Thank you, girls!

Quote:-

“The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness.” —Dalai Lama

“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” —Robert Brault