Happy New Year. And all that. Had a combination of the absolute best and worst Christmas holiday ever. Don't ask.
I'm just glad to be back at work.
There's a fine line between putting someone to sleep (as in giving them an anaesthetic) and putting someone to sleep (like the vet or the man in the special Swiss clinic does); that fine line was completely obscured by my first patient today - shwasbloodyenormous and a disaster of Titanic proportions (literally), waiting to happen.
The surgeon was not having fun. At one point he shouted "Right, that's it. Wake the patient up. Now. I want to tell her she's ruining my operation because she's too fucking fat." Aw, bless.
Another surgeon yelled at me a few weeks ago (he wasn't pleased that we diagnosed his first patient with a heart condition and cancelled her operation, simply because there was a large chance she'd die on the table - oh, sorry...). But we put on a Seventies CD during the next operation and he was dancing around (a bit) & singing along and forgot all about it! Sorted.
Simple creatures, Orthopods... Sometimes I wish I was one.
Or a squirrel.
Tuesday, 2 January 2007
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