Do not try this at home. I'm a professional
I've always lived by the Murphy's Theory, or Law, and prepared for the worst, expected problems, braced myself. In my work, this has been a saving neurosis more often than not. It's always easier to have an array of equipment and materials ready, and not need them, than the other way around. Surgeons may mock one for excessive zeal, but the consequences of not anticipating a complication can be dire. Not only to one's own sense of worth, but to the health of the patient, in the worst cases. So, I resolved not to even try to write here until Friday. Turned out to be surplus pessimism.
This week looked rough. But I was able to leave early on Monday, took D to a late lunch Birthday, where he got what he calls the "best pizza since Canestaro's
in Boston!" Called El Diablo, with spicy sauce, jalepeños, and whatall. I had the blackened catfish and chocolate stout, and we talked and acted all gooushy. As we are wont to do.
I went in today, as a schedule change, which turned out to be quite useful, as two people called in sick, and it was looking like and NFL* day. If I'm working an off day, I much prefer to feel needed. Surgeons moving along well, a few gaps due to scheduling meant a few welcome short breaks. One doc supposed to come at noon for a hardware removal, simple case, hard position, big relative set-up for the room. (Special bed, big C-arm, equipment all moved to the foot, prone positioning equipment.) Then he had to say at the Big hospital for an emergency. When that got delayed (yes, I know, wtf) he wanted to start our case, so we set up the room, not opening anything. Then changed his mind (or something) and did the emergent case, first estimating an hour (for a spine fracture) which none of us believed, which became two hours, then 2 1/2 to 3 hours, from 1300, which put him at the edge of when we start cases. C'mon people, this isn't brain surgery. As a result, I got lunch, gave a lunch, as did the scrub with me.
Another case was likely to cancel, another surgeon who is usually slow- was apparently on fire today. So, I got shooed home, and didn't really mind. We got wedding present for the BIL, some really good scissors, and ordered the usual.
AND, we stopped by the vet's office, to ask if they had any information about cat sitters. Well, that was easy, a lot of the techs do this often, so we have a trained animal person to come feed, pet and generally make sure Moby doesn't mope† too much when we go in July. A load off our minds, since N is (happily) no longer unemployed and available, and needing to earn a few bucks, although Moby was comfortable with him here.
Weddings tend to cause me some anxiety, much less this time. D's brother and spouse are good people, they've been together quite a while already, and they have a lovely warmth together. I'm looking forward to her midwestern family en mass. BIL a bit apprehensive because they are serving beer, and his parents are good, non-alcohol-imbibing Mormons. Well, gotta have some sort of looming disaster in any large wedding, or what's the point? D and I are prepared, if we can't avoid it, to run interference.
So, anyone out in Wisconsin, Iowa, Illinois have female relative getting married in July in San Diego? (I have this strange little fantasy of meeting a lurking reader out there. Faint hope, just an odd thought.)
Oh, yes, and the scrub today. E walked in with me, cheerful as usual. When he came out from the locker room, he looked shocked. Turned out, there was a small mouse in his shoe. Still alive. He'd thought it was just the gel insole or his sock bunched up, instead it was a gift from his cat. He took the wee mousie outside. I guess they do scrunch down pretty small. P made a point of dangling a computer mouse at him later. Poor thing, must've been a traumatic journey.
*No Fucking Lunch.
†He pines, moves very little, and doesn't eat, when we are not here. Even just overnight. Unless he has someone come in and sit with him while he eats, and reassures him he won't ever go back to the shelter.