This is a Christmas story, but definitely not the Hallmark kind. If you are a bit squeamish, skip this one. This is known as a trigger warning, seeing how I am an up-to-date, sensitive guy.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was on call for cardiac surgery. Pam and I attended a couples get-together, conveniently located just a block from the hospital. I knew the cardiac surgery crew — scrub tech, circulating nurse — were in the cardiac catheterization laboratory standing by while the cardiologists did an angioplasty — opening coronary arteries that had blocked off causing a heart attack. At least I w...
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