Two sites that I've found that may be of interest to some of you:

The Roanoke Cop

Pepper Spray Me: Tales of a Big City Cop

Blogs of two police officers, one local (here in the megalopolis of Roanoke, VA), one from a large city elsewhere.

Today's Schlock comic brought back a memory from the bad/good old days.

A patient was being transferred from one unit to another, the attending had ordered a chest X-ray on admission to the unit.

Nurses being generally kind and decent people, the patient's nurse had stopped by Radiology (actually, she'd gone out of her way) to get an erect study, knowing that gave better information than a portable study done on the floor.

Mid-way through the exam, the patient turned ashen and began to fall. We grabbed the patient and lowered him into a chair, then the nurse turned to me and said (half-yelled, really) "I need atropine. STAT."

I knew we didn't have atropine in the department. The ER is next door to us. So I headed over there on a dead-run, coming through the outer doors of the ER to find Sam, the head nurse, standing in the drug room door. Sam took one look and yelled at me, "What do you need?"  to which I responded "ATROPINE."

Sam yanked open a drawer and threw me two prepacked syringes as I went past the nursing station. Bhog only knows how I caught them, or why they didn't separate in mid-flight. I headed out the back door and back to Room 4 in Radiology, where the patient was.

About five seconds after I hit the door of Room 4, it burst open again, with Sam, the ER attending doc, a code cart and three other nurses. The ICU nurse looked quite surprised, and Sam told her "Leon doesn't run into the ER yelling for atropine. We figured he had problems and we'd better follow him."

Needless to say, the transfer was cancelled and the patient went back to ICU.