All Saints

SIRENS BLARE

BIRD CHATTER

Steph!

Judith, it's Terri. We're going to sit you up.

There you go.

Gonna get some oxygen into you.

Can you get a pillow and, um, get Damien, Steph?

There we go.

Right, just slow your breathing down for me.

Nice and slow.

Sit back for me.

In and out... That's right.

You're doing very well. Hold my hand. That's it.

Look at me, Judith.

In and out... That's a girl, that's a girl.

Dr Carr, Terri needs you.

Yeah, okay.

It's urgent. It's Miss Aston.

It's pulmonary oedema.

I'll be the judge of that, thanks.

Steph, do you want to get the IV trolley?

Take over? Yep!

Can you take deeper breaths, please?

She can't. The oxygen isn't getting through.

Alright.

Sit back.

There's fluid on her lungs. It's pulmonary oedema.

What drugs do you want?

Um...

2.5mg of morphine. Right!

That will dilate the blood vessels.

And Lasix?

Lasix, 60mg. Uh-huh.

Put it in the IV.

It's packed up. (Clears throat)

You're gonna have to change it.

Sorry to do this.

Hold your arm still!

It's okay, Judith. It's alright, Judith.

It's alright, Judith. Yes!

Ow!

Excuse me, doctor, the IV won't last.

Her peripheral circulation is shut down.

What about a CVC?

It'll be fine.

We thought we had lost you there for a minute.

Would it matter?

Oh, Judith, of course it would.

My body hurts, I'm tired and they keep hurting me.

I know, I know. We're just trying to make you better.

I'm not going to get better, and you know it.

I've got terminal cancer.

Why won't they allow me to die?

THEME MUSIC

HORNS HONK

HORN BLARES

She's busy right now.

Connor, you've got rooms 4 and 8.

Can you keep an eye on Don McClusky? He's a bit shaky.

You got it.

Okay, Bron, you've got rooms 2, 3 and 5.

I'm sorry - short-staffed as usual.

And, Von, we've had complaints about you smoking on the fire escape again.

Uh... I thought it was the safest place.

Mrs Sullivan, it's Admin. Okay.

Dr Carr, these are the request forms I asked you about -

blood tests and a couple of X-rays.

These have been filled in?

Yeah, no, I was just trying...

Doctors are supposed to do that.

..trying to save you some time.

You do your job, and I'll do mine, okay?

Do you want me to rip them up?

I wanna check them first. Of course you do.

Return from hell.

Has anyone seen Nurse Levine? I use the term "nurse" lightly.

Sorry.

Good luck, Jared.

Dead man running!

Whoa! I'll arrange a funeral.

Did they teach you Time Management in college?

I'm only late for traffic.

The question was, did you study Time Management?

Yes. Good!

Because Mrs Linklater needs a dressing attended,

Mrs McKey's IV is about to run through,

Mrs Jackson is hypertensive and currently on hourly obs,

and Ms Beauumeister is nil-by-mouth for Theatre at 12 midday.

She needs her pre-op checklist done.

What do you plan on doing first?

Um... Mrs McKey.

Ah... bad choice.

You've got to do the 8am pill round first.

Yeah, but it's only 7:30.

By the time you finish the pills, it will be 8 o'clock

and time to do everything else.

Better get yourself organised.

You'll be ordering a catheter for Miss Aston?

No.

With all that Lasix, she might wet the bed.

Well, then, she can ring the bell.

Anyway, you're the one who's always harping on

about avoiding invasive procedures.

This is about the patient, not ego.

He's going out of his way to please today.

Pray they refuse him registration,

so we're not stuck with him for another year.

Hi.

Oh, right on cue.

We need our faith restored in doctors.

Why? Not Damien Carr again?

He's turning into another Harry Williams.

Don't say that. Do you want me to talk to him?

That's alright, thanks.

Sure? Sure.

Look, there's a cake in the tearoom.

Why don't you guys take a break, relax?

He's really cute.

Oh, please! I'm a married woman!

Steph! Hi! You finished?

Mmm... killer shift. You got any time?

Ah, just give us a minute.

I'll try and stay awake.

You still on nights?

Yeah. It plays havoc with your love life.

Hi, Ben.

Why don't you get yourself a cup of coffee?

Mmm. I need sun.

Tell Steph I'm outside? Okay.

Luke.

Ben.

Can I see you in your office?

Yep.

Get your nurses off my back.

I don't need them telling me what to do.

Are you talking about this morning with Miss Aston?

Well, yes, amongst other things.

Okay.

Stephanie Markham is a clinical nurse specialist with a lot of experience.

Oh, right.

Well, I'm a doctor,

and I don't need her help to diagnose a case of pulmonary oedema.

Okay. Fair enough.

I'm sick of not getting any respect.

Damien, respect needs to be earned.

Well, I didn't slave my guts out for years to be treated this way.

Damien, being a good doctor is more than just passing exams.

It's about relating to people. You don't learn that from books.

Nurses are experts in the field, are they?

Look, if you could put your ego aside for one minute,

you'll realise these people are trying to help you.

Oh, forget it.

We've given the patient Lasix, right, to get rid of the fluid.

Oh, we had a big night.

Poor old thing. Her bladder won't cope.

But, no, the arrogant little berk knows better.

We had a birth.

He won't let us catheterise her.

In the ambulance?

Nearly made it. She called too late.

You did the delivery?

Yeah. Little girl. She was beautiful.

I think we should have a girl first.

Yeah, after we buy a house.

Having kids is a big step.

Oh, honey, it's the most natural thing in the world.

Morning, Bob.

Morning, mate.

What's wrong with McClusky?

Why?

He's acting a bit funny.

Really?

Mmm. Keeps talking to himself all the time.

Well, maybe he prefers that than talking to you.

Very funny, but I'm telling you, he's acting a bit peculiar.

Yeah, well, I better keep an eye on him, then.

Howdy, guys.

Hi, Bronnie.

I thought you said you were too busy.

I'm never too busy to visit my favourite patient.

Now, Bob, what do you reckon? Race 8 at Rosehill today.

Parsimony, thanks, love. Five bucks.

More like "pass your money".

If I was you, Lady Marigold.

I'll stick with Parsimony.

Your dough.

See?

See you, Bronnie.

You alright, Don?

Yeah, yeah. Course I'm alright. Why?

Good.

Hey.

What's the matter?

It's not working.

Oh, no.

I love my music.

I taught it for 40 years, you know.

Yes, I know. You've already told me.

You're looking a lot better.

Am I?