Love that allows a grace-filled release
I stood at the head of the bed, staring down at his throat, watching as the vocal cords opened and closed as he lay unconscious, waiting to time the insertion of the breathing tube at just the right moment.
The call occurred moments earlier in the ER: “They need a doc for intubation.” In the middle of a busy shift, time stood still. Priorities shifted in a moment, re-organizing themselves.
Intubation: A …
