“CAN WE GET ANOTHER EPI?!” the 30 something year old doctor yelled.
I rushed to grab the pre-filled syringe, popping off the yellow caps and screwing the two parts together before handing it to the 30 something year old nurse.
Chaos. Saving lives. Every single one of us 30 something year olds were playing our parts perfectly.
I saw children surrounding me dressed as doctors… nurses… respiratory therapists. Myself, dressed as a pharmacist, heck…couldn’t be any older than 10… right?
I blinked. The 30 something year olds were back. Huddled, moving fast, making decisions. Does he live? Or should we call it?
For any profession, any role we play in life really…
When did this happen? Who put us in charge?! Where are the real adults at???