My Son Called Me From The Hospital. When I Arrived, The Doctor Went Quiet And Said, “You Know He’s Our Chief Of Surgery… Right?”

He asked for narcotics.”

“He asked for pain relief,” I snapped. I lowered my voice, forced control back into place. “Did you order labs?”

“It wasn’t indicated.”

“A CT?”

“We can’t scan everyone.”

“A complete abdominal exam? Did you assess rebound tenderness? Guarding? Rigidity?”

He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything.

“Show me his chart.”

He looked continue reading …