Mike Natter


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Framed Prints 11x14 and 12x12 inches or smaller include a sawtooth hanger (you'll need a nail and hammer to install). Larger Framed Prints include mounted brackets and a hardware kit, so all you'll need is a hammer.


Scratch-resistant. Wipe clean with a damp cloth.

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(...continued from previous post) It fit. I felt his skin, warm and flushed. I pulled out my phone and checked the pupils. PERRLA. Pheew. “Any past medical history, seizures in the past?” I heard myself blurt out. In fact, yes. A year ago in the setting of a febrile illness. “We need to get him off the plane and to the hospital.” The plane had not left the gate yet and we escorted the frantic family to the jet-bridge, my young patient still with fists clenched, his empty gaze fixed and untracking. “Are you a doctor?” The pilot asked as we passed by him at the exit of the plane. “I... i am.” (For nine months). “Do you have any medical equipment i can use to take vitals?” I asked. A bag emerged with what amounted to a half working stethoscope and a sphygmomanometer with only an adult sized cuff. Useless. I attempted to ascultate anyway. Nothin. And then, just like that, he was back. The seizure activity had broke. He squeezed my hand and tracked me with his eyes. EMS arrived. I did very little as far as medical intervention goes and yet his mother grabbed me, tears streaming down both cheeks, hugged and thanked me. It was then when all those hours spent studying, all the long shifts in the hospital, all of this imbalance in my life felt worth it... i was reminded why I went into this crazy profession. I get to help people. About a week after the incident, i received an email from that mom to let me know her son was doing well. Id be lying if i said i didnt have the occasional doubt that i am not cut out for this medical life and then i continued to read: “...I will never forget you- you are in the right profession.. I have worked with alot of doctors and you have the bedside manner and caring and knowledge that every patient needs at that moment of need...” Sometimes we find ourselves in life moments that help to assure us we are where we are supposed to be.

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