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Last two days have been full at work, which is good after several weeks of low census. Yesterday looked to be a very long day, but we wound up finishing every case right on time, much to our surprize. We were all saying to each other, "I really thought we'd be here until 7 or 8 tonight!" I'd brought enough lunch for a top-up, which meant I was prepared for a late finish. Ate at 1030, then at 1500, and mostly skipped dinner.

The schedule did not look promising in the morning, the kind with surgeons switching rooms, usually means more a list of cases to be done than anything certain, with numerous re-shiftings in the afternoon. I had three surgeons with four cases that all took completely different positioners, knee, shoulder, knee, shoulder. Which made it fun for the processing folks, having to turn over sets all day. Dr. T's main room was arguably worst, since he had one case requiring two different positions. R figured out a way to do it with considerably less difficulty.


But we worked it all, as set down, with minimal gaps, and enough time for complicated set-ups. The difference between what something looks like on paper and how it actually plays out, is usually much different.


Weird to come home in the evening, in warm windy weather in February. I'm clumsy and easily frustrated this morning.