So we get called to a toddler choking on a hotdog. By the time we arrive the kid’s airway is clear again, and his color is good.
At the house we quickly check the kid over and get some signatures before calling it quits for the day. As we’re standing there I notice two creepy coincidences:
Number One: The walls are decorated with framed, cheesy aphorisms. The most prominent piece, in the living room, reads: “Life Is Not Measured By the Number of Breaths We Take, But By the Moments That Take Our Breath Away”.
Number Two: The patient’s sister is sitting there the whole time playing with a Corpse Bride doll.
The doll has text book cyanosis.
Why do I feel I’m the only one who notices these things? Well, anyway good thing the kid didn’t die. That would have been weird for everyone.