she said, arlene, take the cardiac rate of the patient,-i need a stet and i borrowed one,- uhmm, how was it done? i placed it in the chest area and i tried to listen to the cardiac rate. but all i can hear is -wheezing? -the baby is breastfeeding for God's sake. i placed the bulb on the lower area.i heard a rapid beating sound plus the wheezing. my dear c.i went in, i told her that i cannot hear anything. ,i still remember that face. i told her: cardiac rate is- 30. 30. 30 beats in a minute. i claimed that i have counted 30 beats in a minute. i know that was not 30. it was 30 for 15 seconds. but could i take back my words? oh- i remember that face again. and she took the stet from me. and she said it was 150, in a minute. i failed my elementary math teacher. that was simply counting. outside that room i remembered , 100-120 normal cardiac rate for the baby's age- i am so busted. stupidly busted. i cringed .i wish i vanished . but she asked me. with that look again.
i will never know why i lied. i know. that ,... i thought- lub dub? those were the heart beats.
this kind of mistake is amng th most humiliating parts in taking this profession. i lied. how dare me. after all those righteous words , here i am , lying. burn me. for even cardiac rate vanished in my brain. my sanity abandoned me.. how dare
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