They Set Me Up, but I Saw It Coming

Grant Holloway and I had been married for three years.

Everyone at the hospital said we were the perfect match.

But as I held the phone to my ear, my palm was slick with sweat.

"What exactly do you need me to sign?"

Grant sounded perfectly calm.

"Daniel Morris in Bed 16. The pre-op review got held up in the system. You're the doctor on his case, so it'd be better to have all the paperwork in order."

Daniel Morris.

Fifty-six years old.

He had gallstones complicated by acute cholecystitis and was scheduled for a laparoscopic cholecystectomy the next day.

But his repeat labs that afternoon had shown abnormal coagulation results, and his liver function tests were off too.

I'd personally documented my recommendation in his chart:

[The patient is not currently a candidate for same-day surgery. Complete further testing before reassessment.]

Dr. Aaron Brown, chief of Hepatobiliary Surgery, had also replied in the department chat.

Dr. Brown: [Hold off.]

And now Grant wanted me to go back and sign off on something?

Sign what?

I took a deep breath and forced the tremor out of my voice.

"I can't come in."

There was a brief pause.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach's killing me. I'm on my way to the ER at Lakebridge General Hospital."

I made up the excuse on the spot.

But the second I said it, I knew I had to make it true.

Grant's voice softened.

"Your stomach hurts? I'll have the driver take you."

"No."

I pulled on my coat and headed for the elevator.

"Don't you still have some paperwork to finish? I'll get there on my own."

He sighed.

"Jessica, it's just one form. Don't read too much into it. Daniel is your patient. You'll still need to review the final plan."

I stopped in my tracks.

"Then whoever makes the call to operate should be the one signing off on it."

The line went silent.

I didn't wait for an answer.

I hung up and immediately called the on-call IT systems engineer at Avermont Medical Center.

"This is Dr. Jessica Caldwell from Hepatobiliary Surgery. I have reason to believe my EHR e-signature credentials may have been compromised. I need them temporarily disabled."

The engineer hesitated.

"Dr. Caldwell, if we disable them now, you won't be able to electronically sign any clinical records tonight."

"I understand. Put it through the standard process and give me the service ticket number."

Three minutes later, the confirmation text came through.

I took a screenshot and sent copies to my personal email and cloud storage.

Then I logged into the hospital's mobile EHR and added another progress note to Daniel's chart.

Timestamp: 7:36 p.m.

I posted the same instruction in our department chat.

Me: [Do not send Daniel Morris to the OR tonight. Please make sure the nurses on the unit know.]

Helen White, the nurse manager, replied almost immediately.

Helen: [Got it.]

About thirty seconds later, Dr. Brown replied.

Dr. Brown: [Agreed. We'll reassess after rounds tomorrow morning.]

Only then did some of the pressure in my chest ease.

A little over half an hour after I arrived at Lakebridge General, a commotion broke out near the ER entrance.

An older man with graying hair had collapsed near the steps. His face was deathly pale, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat.

My training kicked in before fear had a chance to stop me.

I rushed over, dropped to my knees, checked his carotid pulse, then his breathing.

"Could be severe hypoglycemia! Get a glucose meter and bring the crash cart!"

An ER nurse hurried over.

His blood sugar was 32 mg/dL.

I helped establish IV access and administer dextrose, then cleared his mouth and positioned him to reduce the risk of aspiration.

A little over ten minutes later, he came around.

He caught my hand, his voice still weak.

"What hospital are you with?"

"Avermont Medical Center. Hepatobiliary Surgery. I'm Dr. Caldwell."

He studied me for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll remember that."

Meanwhile, at Avermont, the lights in OR 3 came on at 10:09 p.m.