Rude awakening

My last post reminded me of something that happened to me over 35 years ago, when I was what used to be called a houseman. It was my night on call and I had got to bed eventually. At 3am I was roused from the deepest sleep by that awful ringing of the phone. It was the senior nurse on one of the wards I covered. I remember that she was actually only a student nurse. It was not unusual in those days for a third year student to be in charge of a ward at night. I still remember what she had woken me for. "Doctor Zorro, you have prescribed patient X metaclopramide for nausea, and we don't have any. Can I give him some Maxolon instead?

At least I didn't have to get up.