Sponge, Please
Saturday, August 20th, 2005I’ve had a pretty exciting night. I scrubbed into an open appendectomy, hoping like usual just to cut sutures and perhaps throw a stitch or two during closing. As luck would have it, the trauma pager went off and the chief resident had to scrub out and attend to the trauma rooms. I slid over at the table and took the proverbial reins. Dr. R, my attending, walked me through the procedure step-by-step, and I ultimately did the entire appendectomy (with the exception of some knot-tying on proximal blood vessels–the ones that bleed like stink). I was appropriately buzzed.
Still am, come to think on it. . .
Ok. Gotta scoot up to the step-down unit where all the kings horses and a few of his men are trying to fix one of the older fellas who seems bent on crashing. He’s a neat little guy. I hope he lives.