Satyrday (With Photo)
The last two days at work have demanded I pull out every secret from my bag of tricks, often all at once. Uncommunicative surgeons, two attending surgeons in one room, a pediatric patient, flipping patient position, and bed type- mid case. All the fun stuff. And I love feeling I'm the competent juggler in the middle, but after two days of it, I'm tired.
At one point yesterday, I was asked to page the child patient's parents, before I could, scrub asked me to page for a different set of fixation plates, surgeon asked me to page the next surgeon, anesthesia is standing over my shoulder wanting me to order albumin (which takes a different form that has to be filled out perfectly), resident is telling me repeatedly that the suction is not working, the phone is ringing with the stat gram stain results for the allograft, and the med student has contaminated her gown, and needs a new one. I'd have laughed if I'd had time.
I had to put a diaper on the baby on Friday, and mentioned I didn't do this often. Surgeon says, "Well, you should be, you take care of surgeons all day."
That D sent me this photo of Moby "helping" him put down the chicken made it all ok. And he took the train in to escort me home. I babbled at him the whole way (all the while making sure I did not reveal any identifying information).