BLOG TOUR: It's Nothing Personal by Kate O'Reilley

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Today, we play host to a blog tour sweeping through the blogosphere on the virtual wings of the fab folks over at Pump Up Your Book (Hi guys!).  It features a unique read indeed for it's a fictional medical thriller inspired by true events that will really make you think twice about your next visit to the hospital...or the medical care system in general. ~shudders~  Suffice it to say that the chilling cover combined with the brief synopsis is enough to drive most off medical assistance for a good while.  How so?  Just look...

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It's Nothing Personal

by

Kate O'Reilley

About the book....

Anesthesiologist, Dr. Jenna Reiner, was blindsided on a January morning by an incident that would forever change her life.  A scrub technician at her hospital was stealing narcotics from anesthesiologists, injecting those same narcotics into her veins, and returning the contaminated syringes, knowing they would be used on patients.  The scrub tech was infected with hepatitis C, a deadly virus.
       
 Unknowingly, anesthesiologists at St. Augustine Hospital were injecting their patients with hepatitis C laden syringes.  When Dr. Jenna Reiner administered anesthesia, she was holding a murder weapon in her hands.  Dr. Reiner was about to find out that not only was her hospital at risk, but her entire life was about to be turned upside down. The scrub tech’s addiction evolved into a public health scare, potentially affecting thousands.  Unfortunately, on that fateful day, Dr. Reiner and her patient fell victim to an addict.
       
 The ensuing medical malpractice suit filed by Allison Anders, a ruthless attorney, becomes a battle for survival for Jenna and her family.  For Dr. Reiner, the lawsuit is personal.  Jenna Reiner faces more demons than she thought imaginable as she fights against greed, brutality, accusations, and a corrupt legal system.  Will Dr. Reiner prevail?  Or will the system win?  Inspired by true events, IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL is a story of endurance and pain beyond imagination.

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See?

Told you so.

Can you imagine that happening to you?

Getting caught up in something so much bigger than just yourself with seemingly no one on your side?  Yeah, not the best place to be I'd imagine and I am curious as to who comes out on top in the end...

*adds to "read in future" list*

  

How about you, my fair readers?

What struck you about the story?

Anyone UBER curious to read more?

The first ones you'll have to share with me, but that last one I can solve for you.  On the author's site, there's a nifty little excerpt of Chapter 1 for your reading pleasure.  Just click HERE to check it out...
...or READ ON! ^_^

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EXCERPT:  IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL
By Kate O’Reilley

CHAPTER 1

January 20, 2010

Dr. Jenna Reiner’s Land Rover fishtailed as she turned into the parking lot of St. Augustine Hospital, nearly striking a cement post.  Inside the relative safety of the parking garage, she felt relieved to have finally escaped the icy roads.  Little did Jenna know, things would have been much simpler if she would have had the good fortune to slide off the road and into a ditch on her drive to the city.  Unfortunately, life dealt her a different fate.  She arrived safely at work and began the day that would change her life forever.

The clock on the dashboard read 7:12.  Time was against Jenna.  She had only eighteen minutes before her first case was scheduled to start.  “Dammit,” she muttered, as she rushed to gather her things from the back seat.  Lassoing her stethoscope around her neck with one hand, she unloaded her briefcase and extended its handle with the other.  Trudging across the parking lot, wheeling her bag behind her, she had to dodge a minefield of chunks of dirty, sloppy snow.

Entering the main lobby of the hospital, Jenna felt a rush of heated air.  In order to make up for lost time, she nearly sprinted down the narrow, dimly lit hospital corridor toward the elevators.  The rubber soles of her operating room clogs were wet from the grime of the parking lot.  With each step against the worn, discolored tile of the hospital hallway, Jenna’s shoes let out a series of high-pitched, relentless squeaks that echoed behind her. 

Jenna approached the elevator, and the doors opened spontaneously.  She breathed a sigh of relief, jumped in, and punched the button for the third floor.  Only a few feet away, Jenna spotted a couple of patients and hospital workers advancing toward her.  She knew she did not have the luxury of wasting time waiting for the stragglers, nor did she have any particular desire to be overly polite.  Pretending not to see them, Jenna repeatedly pressed the close button, and the doors shut before the others could enter.  The elevator reached the third floor, and she anxiously glanced down at her phone.  It was now 7:18, which allowed her barely enough time to meet her patient, prepare the operating room for anesthesia and, God willing, get one last chance to use the restroom.

She strode toward the main doors of the operating rooms and frantically swiped her identification badge in front of the sensor pad.  The sensor’s light switched from red to green, and the double doors swung open.  Jenna bolted inside with her bag trailing in a wild track behind her.  Passing the assignment board, she located her designated operating room.  She grabbed a blue surgeon’s cap, tied it snugly in place at the back of her head, and carefully tucked her ponytail of brown hair inside.  Glancing in the mirror, she nonchalantly pulled out a few wisps of hair from in front of each ear – just enough to look more feminine, but not enough to get her in trouble for having exposed locks.  Grabbing a mask, Jenna secured it over her face.  Her deep, blue eyes were her only visible facial feature, and they stood out well against the cap and mask.  Satisfied with her appearance, Jenna headed off to her operating room.

Upon opening the door to OR 2, Jenna was chilled by the familiar, yet always unpleasant, draft of frigid air that emanated from the operating rooms.  The Talking Heads’ song, “Once in a Lifetime,” blared from the operating room speakers.  The lyrics somehow seemed appropriately matched to her mood. 

Inside the operating room, Hillary, the scrub tech, and Rebecca, the circulating nurse, were busy counting surgical equipment.  Hillary, dressed in a sterile surgical gown and gloves, fingered each item as Rebecca stood by and checked them off from her count sheet.  Jenna walked in to hear Hillary identifying each item on her table, “Ten ray techs, five laps, two blades, one hypo . . .”

The women paused when they saw the doctor enter the room.

Rebecca spoke over the music.  “Dr. Reiner, I just wanted to let you know that Dr. Hoover’s caught in traffic, and she’s going to be at least thirty minutes late.”

One of Jenna’s biggest pet peeves was to be running behind schedule, but now that it was the surgeon’s fault and not hers, she was grateful for the delay. 

“Rebecca, you’re a life saver,” Jenna said as she smiled underneath her mask and slowed down her hectic pace.  She made her way past the tray of surgical devices and toward the head of the operating room bed, where her equipment and medications were located.  Clumsily, she wedged her briefcase into the only crevice not taken up by anesthesia gear.  Jenna then devoted her attention to performing her routine check of the ventilator, monitors, and equipment.  Like a prima ballerina performing on stage, she floated through her routine.

During Jenna’s preparations, she discreetly reached into her bag and pulled out a Diet Pepsi.  Rebecca caught sight of Jenna’s indiscretion and glared at her, but the doctor knew better than to take Rebecca’s feigned scorn seriously.  Looking Rebecca directly in the eye, mocking innocence, Jenna asked, “What?”  Then, defiantly, she opened her forbidden soda.  The cracking of the metal tab and the small explosive release of carbonation resonated throughout the room.  Rebecca shook a disapproving finger at Jenna, but the twinkle in her eyes indicated otherwise.

Hillary winked at Jenna and said, “Hey, Doc, we’ve all got our vices.  Your secret’s safe with us.” 

Thrown off guard by Hillary’s gesture, Jenna blushed and quickly turned her back on the scrub tech.

Rebecca and Hillary resumed their count, and Jenna was ready to check out narcotics for her first patient.  She stepped in front of the Accudose machine, entered her personal identification code on the keyboard, and pressed her index finger over the red, illuminated biometric sensor.  After confirming a fingerprint match, the automated machine came to life.   

Grabbing the surgical schedule taped to her anesthesia machine, Jenna scanned it for her patient’s name.  Her first patient was Michelle Hollings, a twenty-two-year-old female scheduled for breast augmentation.  Just another routine case, Jenna surmised, as she proceeded to enter the patient’s name into the machine.  Under Michelle Hollings’ account, Jenna typed “Fentanyl” and touched the screen to select the 5 cc ampule from the menu.  One of the small drawers sprang open, revealing a bin containing six glass vials filled with the drug.  Jenna took one, verified the initial count, and closed the drawer. 

She was about to retrieve Versed when Rebecca asked, “Hey Dr. Reiner, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the patient yet?”

“No, Rebecca.  I’m hoping she’s young and healthy, so it shouldn’t take me more than a couple of minutes.”

“Well, since Hillary and I are done with our count, I’m gonna go see the patient and then hopefully score some coffee before Dr. Hoover shows up.”

“Go for it.  I’ll be right behind you,” Jenna replied, without looking up.

Rebecca scurried off to meet the patient, leaving Jenna and Hillary alone in the operating room.

Jenna finished checking out a 2 cc vial of Versed.  With her narcotics in hand, she exited the Accudose machine.  The machine clattered as its drawers automatically locked. 

For several minutes, both Hillary and Jenna quietly went about their respective tasks.  The silence made Jenna uneasy.  She barely knew Hillary, who was relatively new to St. Augustine.  They had worked together only a few times.  While Jenna had to concede the newcomer always conducted herself professionally in front of the surgeons, she also saw an element of “white trash” in the scrub tech.  Hillary had bleach-blonde hair with black roots, brown eyes encircled with heavy eyeliner and mascara, and an excess of tattoos and facial piercings.  However, her impression was based upon more than Hillary’s physical appearance.  Hillary’s manners were unrefined.  She pictured Hillary more as a bartender in a seedy watering hole than as a healthcare professional.  If Jenna had to choose two words to describe the scrub tech, they would be “dark” and “scrappy.”  Hillary had the air of someone who had lived a hard life.

There was something else about Hillary that put Jenna on edge.  She had not noticed it until the two of them were alone.  Jenna had a disconcerting feeling that Hillary was watching her.  Yet, every time Jenna glanced at Hillary, the scrub tech was looking in another direction.  The sense of paranoia made Jenna feel foolish.  She tried to put it out of her mind as she engaged Hillary in small talk.

“So,” Jenna asked, “how do you like St. Augustine so far?” 

“You know, it’s been fine.  Everyone’s been pretty cool.  I’m not used to your winters, though.  What’s up with all the snow and ice?  I was sliding all over the place on my way in.  It scared the crap out of me.”

“Well, you get used to it, I guess.  Where’d you come from?”

“I just moved here from California.  I’ve been going through some pretty rough shit lately.  I have a little girl who lives with her dad in San Francisco.  I’m just trying to get my life back on the right track so I can regain custody.  I haven’t seen my daughter in over a year.”

The fact that this person Jenna hardly knew would divulge such intimate, sordid details about herself left her feeling anxious to leave.  She glanced up at the clock, which read 7:45.

Jenna moved over to her anesthesia cart.  The cart was nothing more than a glorified, multi-drawer tool chest containing non-narcotic drugs and anesthesia supplies.  She drew up the remaining intravenous medications needed for the case.  Per her routine, Jenna took all of her syringes, opened the bottom drawer of her anesthesia cart, and concealed them in a bin beneath bags of intravenous fluid.  After stashing her medications, Jenna took one last glance around to make sure everything was in order for the start of her first case.  Satisfied, she grabbed her stethoscope and headed out of OR 2.

On her way out, Jenna told Hillary, “Well, I hate to cut things short, but I need to go see the patient.  Good luck with everything, and I really hope things work out for you.”

“Thanks, Doc.  Think I have enough time to break scrub and go get some coffee?”

“I can’t imagine why not.  My guess is we won’t be bringing the patient back to the room any sooner than fifteen minutes from now.”

By the time Jenna walked out of the operating room, Hillary had already ripped off her sterile surgical gown and threw it into the waste bin.

Jenna could not shake the eerie feeling she got from being alone with Hillary.  The woman conveyed a sense of danger.

Hillary was finally alone in the operating room.  Unfortunately, Jenna’s suspicions were correct.  The scrub tech had been secretly watching Jenna as she hid her drugs and knew exactly where to look.  Hillary opened the bottom drawer and lifted the bags of IV fluid.  Immediately, she found what she craved.  She plucked the 5 cc syringe filled with clear fluid and labeled with a blue “Fentanyl” sticker from the pile of other medications.  Slipping two fingers into her breast pocket, Hillary pulled out an identically labeled syringe filled with saline.  Swapping one syringe for the other, she covered the drugs, and closed the drawer of the anesthesia cart.  Everything was exactly as Jenna had left it.  Hillary smiled as she headed to the locker room. 

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About the author...

Kate O’Reilley is a physician, specializing in anesthesiology. In late 2009, Kate was plunged into a painful battle in a high-profile, medical malpractice suit. The calamity that ensued nearly destroyed Kate and her family. After the suit ended and the wounds started to heal, Kate was urged by close friends and co-workers to document her experiences. The words flowed, and It’s Nothing Personal was born from Kate’s journey through her temporary hell.

Kate’s second book, In Good Hands, is a moving, gripping, and tragic story of an anesthesiologist who dispenses her own version of justice after being the innocent victim of a brutal crime.

Kate currently resides in Colorado with her husband and beautiful daughter. In her spare time, she enjoys running, writing, reading, and spending time with her family. Her vacations are always spent in Hawaii, a place that Kate and her family hold dear to their hearts. Having lived on Oahu while her daughter was young, Kate and her family relish the day when they can return to the islands permanently.

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Until next time...happy reading!

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