ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第3章
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Now you be lookin' fo' me a year from now。 Ah tell you； ah'll be back。〃 Dornberger heard her chuckling as her voice faded； the delivery room nurses taking over； while the intern went back to his post in Emergency。
Now Dornberger； scrubbed； gowned； sterile； and sweating from the heat； followed his patient into the delivery room。
In the hospital kitchens； where the heat was less of a problem because people who worked there were used to it； Hilda Straughan； the chief dietitian； nibbled a piece of raisin pie and nodded approvingly at the senior pastry cook。 She suspected that the calories； along with others； would be reflected on her bathroom scales a week from now but quelled her conscience by telling herself it was a dietitian's duty to sample as much as possible of the hospital fare。 Besides； it was somewhat late now for Mrs。 Straughan to be fretting on the subject of calories and weight。 The accumulated result of many earlier samplings caused her nowadays to turn the scales around two hundred pounds； a good deal of which was in her magnificent breasts…twin Gibraltars； famed through the hospital； and which made her progress not unlike the majesty of an aircraft carrier preceded by an escort of twin battleships。
But； as well as food； Mrs。 Straughan was in love with her job。 Glancing around her with satisfaction； she took in her empire…the shining steel ovens and serving tables； the gleaming utensils； the sparkling white aprons of the cooks and their assistants。 Her heart warmed at the sight of all of it。
This was a busy time in the kitchens…lunch was the heaviest meal of the day because； as well as patients； there was the full hospital staff to be fed in the cafeteria。 In twenty minutes or so the diet trays would be going up to the wards； and for two hours afterward the service of food would continue。 Then； while the kitchen help cleared and stacked dishes； the cooks would begin preparing the evening meal。
The thought of dishes caused Mrs。 Straughan to frown thoughtfully； and she propelled herself into the back section of the kitchen where the two big automatic dishwashers were installed。 This was a part of her domain less gleaming and modern than the other section； and the chief dietitian reflected； not for the first time； that she would be happy when the equipment here was modernized； as the rest of the kitchens had been。 It was understandable； though； that everything could not be done at once； and she had to admit she had browbeaten the administration into a lot of expensive new equipment in the two years she had held her job at Three Counties。 All the same； she decided as she moved on to check the steam tables in the cafeteria； she would have another talk with the administrator about those dishwashers soon。
The chief dietitian was not the only one in the hospital whose thoughts were on food。 In Radiology； on the second floor； an outpatient…Mr。 James Bladwick； vice…president of sales for one of Burlington's big…three automobile dealerships…was； in his own words； 〃as hungry as hell。〃
There was reason for this。 On his physician's instructions Jim Bladwick had fasted since midnight； and now he was in number one X…ray room； ready for a gastric series。 The X…rays would confirm or deny the suspicion that flourishing in the Bladwick interior was a duodenal ulcer。 Jim Bladwick hoped the suspicion was unfounded； in fact； he hoped desperately that neither an ulcer nor anything else would conspire to slow him down now that his drive and sacrifice of the past three years； his willingness to work harder and longer than anyone else on sales staff； were at last paying off。
Sure he worried； who wouldn't when they had a dealer sales quota to meet every month。 But it just couldn't be an ulcer； it had to be something else…something trivial that could be fixed up quickly。 He had been vice…president of sales only a matter of six weeks； but despite the high…sounding title he knew better than anyone that retention of it depended on a continued ability to produce。 And to produce you had to be on the ball…tough； available； fit。 No medical certificate would pensate for a declining sales graph。
Jim Bladwick had put this moment off for some time。 It was probably two months ago that he had bee aware of distress and a general aching in the stomach region； had noticed； too； he was burping a lot； sometimes at awkward moments with customers around。 For a while he had tried to pretend it was nothing out of the ordinary； but finally he had sought medical advice； and this morning's session was the oute。 He hoped； though； it was not going to take too long； that deal of Fowler's for six panel trucks was getting hot； and they needed the sale badly。 By God； he was hungry！
For Dr。 Ralph Bell； the senior radiologist…〃Ding Dong〃 to most of the hospital staff…this was just another G。I。 series； no different from any of a hundred others。 But； playing a mental game he sometimes indulged in； he decided to bet 〃yes〃 on this one。 This patient looked the type for an ulcer。 From behind his own thick…lensed； horn…rimmed glasses Bell had been watching the other man covertly。 He looked a worrier； Bell decided； he was obviously stewing right now。 The radiologist placed Bladwick in position behind the fluoroscope and handed him a tumbler of barium。 〃When I tell you；〃 he said； 〃drink this right down。〃
When he was ready he ordered； 〃Now！〃 Bladwick drained the glass。
In the fluoroscope Bell watched the path of the barium as it coursed first through the esophagus； then into the stomach； and from there into the duodenum。 Sharpened by the opaque liquid； the outline of each organ was clearly visible； and at various stages Bell thumbed a button recording the results on film。 Now he palpated the patient's abdomen to move the barium around。 Then he could see it…a crater in the duodenum。 An ulcer； clear and unmistakable。 He reflected that he had won the bet with himself。 Aloud he said； 〃That's all； Mr。 Bladwick； thank you。〃
〃Well； Doc； what's the verdict？ Am I going to live？〃
〃You'll live。〃 Most of them wanted to know what he saw in the fluoroscope。 Magic mirror on the wall； who is healthiest of all？ It wasn't his job to tell though。 〃Your own physician will get these films tomorrow。 I imagine he'll be talking to you。〃 Hard luck； my friend； he thought。 I hope you like lots of rest and a diet of milk and poached eggs。
Two hundred yards away from the main hospital block； in a run…down building that had once been a furniture factory and now did duty as a nurses' home； Student Nurse Vivian Loburton was having trouble with a zipper that refused to zip。
〃Damn and hellfire！〃 She addressed the zipper with an expression much favored by her father； who had made a fortable fortune felling tall trees and saw no reason to have one language for the woods and another at home。
Vivian； at nineteen； sometimes provided an interesting contrast between her father's robustness and her mother's innate New England delicacy which close contact with Oregon lumbering had never changed。 Now； in her fourth month of training as a nurse； Vivian had already found something of the traits of both parents in her own reaction to the hospital and nursing。 At one and the same time she was awed and fascinated； repulsed and disgusted。 She supposed that close contact with sickness and disease was always a shock for anyone new。 But knowing that did not help much when your stomach was ready to do flip…flops and it took all the will you possessed not to turn and run away。
It was after moments like this that she felt the need for a change of scene； a cleansing antidote； and to some extent she had found it in an old love…music。 Surprisingly； for a city of its size； Burlington had an excellent symphony； and； discovering this； Vivian had bee one of its supporters。 She found the switch in tempo； the balm of good music； helped to steady and reassure her。 She had been sorry when concerts had ended for the summer； and there had been moments recently when she had felt the need of something to replace them。
There was no time now； though； for odd； stray thoughts； the gap between morning classes and reporting to a ward for duty had been short enough。 Now this zipper！ 。 。 。 She tugged aga
