I'm quick to criticize doctor's and nurses when they do stupid things, so tonight I have to do the fair thing and criticize myself.
The door to the elevator swung open, and lying on the floor of the lobby was a man -- not moving.
"What's going on here," I said, rushing to the man's side.
"He came to the desk, said he took too much Xanax, and collapsed," the front desk clerk said.
I shook the guy, yelled at him, and he made no response. I checked for respiratory rate, and he didn't appear to be breathing. I checked for a pulse, and found nothing.
"Call a signal!" I said to the desk clerk.
The nurse showed up seconds later, and showed me off. "I have a good pulse right here, radial."
So we live and learn.