Smoky
D found a notebook and novel on the porch this morning. There is a schedule in it, of AA meetings. Rather odd. Also, as he tried to leave, Moby ran out, what fun. Mouse exterminators were here in the afternoon, some mice caught downstairs.
I missed all of this, being at work on a weird day. Two cancelled cases, one for an incipient heart attack for an ER doc - in complete denial from what I was told. Wow, that really is a symptom. The other for other reasons I never heard - being core monkey today, but the patient to follow, that could have been taken back right away - was late. D asks, "who is late for surgery!" I told him he would be surprized, and he agreed - he was surprized.
Hell, I'm always surprized at how elective foot surgery patients don't wash their feet, or those having hand surgery with dirt under their nails. This does not mean those injured out in the dirt, treated in the ER, who have dirt under their splint. That is entirely different. As are the ranchers and mechanics with grease and grime tattooed into their hands, I get that, no problem. But an ordinary urban dweller with filthy feet, apparently competent and sane, that I have to wash before I even start the sterile prep - that seems ridiculously neglectful. Now, young boys, teens of either gender, ok, that happens as well, and parents can't always control that. Youth is naturally insane by adult standards.
Still, I bring out one of the surgical scrub brushes, clean them off, then do a sterile prep, and do it well.
People are damned odd.
Called the local police over the book and notebook, mostly because the list of meetings seemed like something needed for probation. That he'd sat on our porch and forgot his book is one thing, that he's in rehab and noting these times, seems like another. They said they'd send an officer over. Not what we expected at all, but if they seem to think it useful, well, fine then.
Very glad to be looking at my day off tomorrow. Tired, and we are getting the smoke from the Idaho wildfires.
I missed all of this, being at work on a weird day. Two cancelled cases, one for an incipient heart attack for an ER doc - in complete denial from what I was told. Wow, that really is a symptom. The other for other reasons I never heard - being core monkey today, but the patient to follow, that could have been taken back right away - was late. D asks, "who is late for surgery!" I told him he would be surprized, and he agreed - he was surprized.
Hell, I'm always surprized at how elective foot surgery patients don't wash their feet, or those having hand surgery with dirt under their nails. This does not mean those injured out in the dirt, treated in the ER, who have dirt under their splint. That is entirely different. As are the ranchers and mechanics with grease and grime tattooed into their hands, I get that, no problem. But an ordinary urban dweller with filthy feet, apparently competent and sane, that I have to wash before I even start the sterile prep - that seems ridiculously neglectful. Now, young boys, teens of either gender, ok, that happens as well, and parents can't always control that. Youth is naturally insane by adult standards.
Still, I bring out one of the surgical scrub brushes, clean them off, then do a sterile prep, and do it well.
People are damned odd.
Called the local police over the book and notebook, mostly because the list of meetings seemed like something needed for probation. That he'd sat on our porch and forgot his book is one thing, that he's in rehab and noting these times, seems like another. They said they'd send an officer over. Not what we expected at all, but if they seem to think it useful, well, fine then.
Very glad to be looking at my day off tomorrow. Tired, and we are getting the smoke from the Idaho wildfires.
Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, September 18, 2012
3 comments:
My dentist told me that some people stop off for a coffee and a doughnut before heading straight for his surgery. People never cease to fill me with wonder!
You'd think it common decency to think of such things in advance of treatment. Well, I would, anyhow.
RR,
Doesn't surprize me a bit. Had the wife of an anesthesia resident have coffee in the morning for an afternoon surgery - because 6 hours is ok (not ideal) for a clear fluid. But we'd gotten ahead of schedule, could have taken her early, instead had to wait.
Phil,
Common courtesy is like common sense, rarer than we'd like to think. Most people actually do, it's just amazing how many don't.
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