Too busy

It was an absolutely crazy evening at our emergency clinic. The doctor on duty was being bombarded with questions, given forms to fill out, and even asked for his dinner order. I was in the next room, cleaning up a sutured wound, when I realized the doctor hadn't given instructions for a bandage.


"What kind of dressing do you want on that?" I shouted through the door.

"Ranch," he yelled back.

--Brenda Todd