hooker with a cane

this title is not an excerpt of rap lyrics like most of the things i say, rather it is something i witnessed this morning after a night of hoping my prematurely born infant patient's sunken anterior fontanelle did not indicate a problem in his newly placed ventriculoperitoneal shunt, pushing fentanyl five times during an arterial line placement post code blue in a freshly endotracheal tubed kid, and hoping the lung transplant candidate reject didn't pull out his tracheostomy as his peak inspiratory pressures spiked and his oxygen saturation dipped. well, i'm not sure she was a hooker, but her clothing was minimal.