So today’s posts thus far sound like a big old party. But in truth there’s a lot of terrific work going on throughout each day. While the screams and cries of children entering the OR and waking up from anesthesia are still hard to take, I don’t tire of seeing the mothers reunited with their babies and children and the happy expressions of gratitude. That part feels really good!
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Recovery room team: Paula (lead nurse), Yvonne (assistant), Pat (nurse),
and Allen (hospital nurse) |
Each day we do another walk-in clinic and add patients – some who will have surgery later in the week; others who are not eligible for one reason or another. At the most recent walk-in click, I got hit on by a 6-year-old – well, kind of. This little guy named Ryene walked right in and sat next to me and gave me a “hey baby” look that made me double take. He was clearly more confident than most of the children I’ve registered thus far. I gave him a wink and I’ll be damned if he didn’t give me a “right back atcha” wink. I think I blushed. But I loved that confidence in this little lady-killer in the making.
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Ward coordinator Michelle prepares a patient for surgery
later in the day by writing her patient number on her
arm -- a precaution to make sure patients don't get
mixed up. |
The good definitely outweighs the bad, but one of today’s bad was worth about ten points. Post surgery, one little boy was recovering and while the assistant wiped what she thought was saliva from his mouth, she got the shock of the day. She wiped and wiped and wiped and discovered that it wasn’t saliva, but rather an 8-inch worm of some kind. They pulled it out and put it in a sink for everyone to look at; of course I wasn’t into it, but everyone felt obligated to share the details with me everytime they passed my desk. I may never eat angel hair pasta again.
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