I don't mind scrubbing in. Used to love it, because I was good at it. Lots of concentration, very interesting work. Engaging. As I get to do it less, the muscle memory loses it's facility, and I forget names of instruments and don't learn all the new toys. My eyesight is not what it was, and I have difficulty focusing. That, and general surgery is different from orthopedic scrubbing. The first I could still do very fast, in my sleep. The latter is more recently learned, and less thoroughly, so I'm just not as good at it, and never was. I don't want to go back to big belly cases, but I will never be as good at fractures as I was at bowel resections.
One of the weak points to scrubbing is whomever is circulating. Today, it was a matter of inexperience, and bad taste in music. If I ever hear the Halleluia song again, or It's Pitiful... oh, correction, You're Beautiful, or Over the Rainbow on ukelele, again, I may have to kill someone. Horrible, overplayed, whiny... . All I asked was not to hear Coldplay, which to her meant Journey was preferable. To me, Journey is Coldplay a few years back. Blech.
One of the sappy tunes played was a cover of Imagine. A song originally played rather slowly. The cover -- even slower. Lugubrious. I craved a version by a punk band. Sex Pistols, or Madness, those are versions of Imagine I could get behind. Really fast and furious. If The Clash ever played Hey, Jude, I might be inclined to listen. As long as they didn't do all the nananananaeheyjudes.
My eyes are dry and tired. It snowed madly this morning, whiteout conditions as I drove up. Sunny and clear by the time I left. March. Lions and lambs, sleeping lions and enraged ewes.
All about work this week.
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Snow here today as well. Supposed to be a big daffodil display at a stately home just down the road on Sunday, but it looks as if ice axes will be needed.
I have no equivalent to 'scrubbing in'. I sit at my desk and can immediately get to work; no pre-work steps required.
I love music. Except to me, hardly anything qualifies as good music that has been produced after 1978. I realize how broad that statement is and how many people I have probably offended with it, however, I promise not to inflict my musical preferences on other people if they will refrain from inflicting what they call music on me. Listening to someone else's music can be pure torture. In fact, didn't the AT&F officers play Barry Manilow and ABBA music 24/7 in an effort to drive some para-religious group into surrendering in a hostage-type situation? Just sayin' I think you should all be able to choose the music at work and, if you cannot stomach what they choose, the choice should be silence...IMHO
RR,
Snowy week here, and cold. As long as I don't have to shovel, I don't mind.
Phil,
I think most of what I do is prep work to do my job. Which is to stand there and wait.
Class,
Oh, I'm with Duke Ellington, "If it sounds good, it is good." Or Sister Wendy - who said of art "Art changes, but it doesn't get better" which I think is true of music as well. No need to restrict oneself by years, best to stick to quality.
Hallelujah... I was so happy when you left me a station playing with that song banned. Jumping for joy not to hear it, especially when scrubbed and have no control of that particular situation. I understand completely...
Enraged ewes... makes me laugh!
FG,
So glad to be of service.
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