Winter 2008, we are in the influenza epidemic; phone call to the service continuity of care, "Doctor, my son is 29 years and two days have a high temperature (39 °). My doctor (yesterday) and his colleague (this morning), have suggested that paracetamol, but the fever does not go down. " In addition to fever, Sir, have other symptoms? ". "Well, you feel exhausted, and now is resting in bed. What can I do? "." I would say double check the temperature and continue with paracetamol, you again in half an hour so he tells me how it goes. " After half an hour Risquillo the phone, "Doctor, I am the first lady, I wanted to tell you that my son is dead." "As a dead lady?". "It 's dead!" Put yourself in the shoes for a while, the fellow who gets a call like that (leaving aside the guilty family drama that has consumed). The doctor transfigured is accompanied by a colleague at the patient's home to realize what might have happened. There he meets the 118 doctor called to intervene when the mother realized that her son did not breathe. "" Look at that boy must be dead for at least 6 hours, there are already spots hypostatic areas slopes. The revelation brings its terror alert status to the maximum of slightly smaller scale. "We await the outcome of the autopsy to assign any responsibility." After about a week, here's the verdict: "fulminant cardiomyopathy of probable viral nature." The boy fell asleep, and unfortunately we are no longer aroused. Needless medical attention would have been the sca because, at the time of the second call, the young man had already died.
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