1. I saw my first open heart surgery. It was awesome. The heart was in V-fib and they pulled out those tiny little paddles and shocked it. The Fray was playing in the background and the cute surgeon was funny(of course, not as funny or cute as my husband). I wondered for a moment if I had been transported to the set of Grey’s Anatomy. I was looking for Christina Yang, but couldn’t find her. She must’ve had the day off.
2. Girl in her early twenties has an infection, so we were taking her back to the O.R. to clean it out. Conversation that took place as we head back:
Me: So how did this happen?
Her: I don’t know exactly, I cut myself shaving- See that little scab? That’s the only way I could imagine that this had happened.
Me (what I say): Oh, ok.
Me (what I think): Oh really?? You don’t think you could imagine that you got an infection from all that HEROIN you’ve been shooting up?? Nice track marks. Oh, and the nurses are having trouble starting your IV’s not because you’ve been in the hospital for two days, but because you’ve ruined all your veins. Way to go!
3. Almost peeing my pants as I hear the surgeon say, “Oh SHIT!!” as he’s dissecting the carotid artery. “Oh Shit!” is one of the phrases that you NEVER want to hear a surgeon say. Especially when they’ve got their little scalpels near big arteries. Don’t worry- everything turned out fine. I did not urinate on myself and the patient was okay too.
4. I was mildly amused and moderately annoyed when a patient’s family member calls after me, “Make sure to watch her blood pressure- it really bottoms out.” as we’re headed back to the O.R. Phew! Thank you SO much for reminding me to do that. Because I might have forgotten monitor it, no less chart it on a piece of paper every five minutes. Oh, and by the way, ‘family member that thinks you’re in the medical profession?’ She didn’t bottom out- I had to give her almost every single medication I had available to lower her blood pressure due to her hypertension (high blood pressure). Quit Wikipediaganosing your mom.
5. My patient tells me that they’re allergic to versed (in the same drug family as valium and ativan). I ask what happens. They reply that it makes them sleepy. Mmmm…okay. Listen pal, that’s what it’s supposed to do. You are not allergic to versed, but whatever.
6. I explain to someone that I have recently joined the Army, they say, “That’s too bad.” I look at them and say, “excuse me?!?” and I get the “I’m a pacifist” response. I imagine kicking his pacifist shins and running away, but just bite my tongue because he’s writing my evaluation for the day. Asshole. He’s up there with the ones who told me I shouldn’t have gotten married before school because they happened to divorce while in anesthesia school. Thanks a lot.
7. This is more of a bottom moment. I put on my scrubs this week and notice that they are feeling, um…a little restrictive. This is NOT a good sign when your scrubs are getting tight. So what do I do? I ate ice cream for dinner last night.






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What a jerk to say that to you about the Army.
Sounds like a solid day in the Flint OR. I’m glad to hear that you didn’t thing the surgeon was more cute than your husband:) And of course you should head the advice of your high school drop out patients family members, because they’re sure to know what complications you might expect to encounter during surgery.
You are brave. I had a panic attack when the anesthesiologist came in to give me an epidural for the twins birth. Which I only agreed to because it would keep me from having to have a c-section. How any human being stays awake while cut open is beyond me!
Next time kick the pacifist and blame it on the guy behind you!!
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yeah- the thing that sucks about having a c-section is that you can’t have any of the good sedation before the surgery because of the baby. With other surgeries that we do spinals on, the patients are so gonked out of their minds, they have no idea what’s going on. It’d be weird even for me to be there awake having surgery. Of course I’d be super into whatever they’re doing. and they’d probably tell me to shut up.
I actually feel a little sorry for the relative who told you to “watch the blood pressure”. S/he was probably just scared. They didn’t mean to imply that you went to nursing school on the short bus.
You should have hit the pacifist. He couldn’t hit you back, and if he had given you a bad eval you could have complained he was biased.
Another thing you don’t want the surgeon to say: “WTF is this thing?”
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Usually I can pick out which family members are over protective and scared, but sincerely meaning well. That comment the family member made was just icing on the cake after everything else they had said. They were just way over the top….. I don’t think they meant it in a bad way, per se…
and yeah- you definitely don’t want to hear the surgeon say WTF is this? That’s up there with ‘oh shit!’
Sounds like a memorable week! After that week you deserved the ice cream dinner. I just had pizza, let the diet start tomorrow, that’s what Monday’s are for!
mmm… ice cream. Turns out it still holds the same draw even after you have a baby and you are supposed to be embracing celery as a fulfilling dinner.
Funny! I enjoyed your hospital experiences — love Grey’s Anatomy.
I’m on the bike as I type this because my version of scrubs are getting a bit tight too. Darn ice cream. Why does it have to be so good?
I just adore reading your blog! Always big laughs.
I died with #7 though because I am noticing some restriction on my part as well! I ate cake to feel better!
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I, too, am feeling a little restricted lately, so I bought a pair of those Sketcher Shape Up shoes for work.
Ass toning is pending. They do, however, make me look like a fifteen year old Justin Bieber fan with no self esteem.
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You live such an interesting life! And I can’t imagine watching open heart surgery… though now I kinda want to!
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Reply to #5: This is like saying I’m allergic to epie…it makes my heart race! LOL
I don’t agree about the Army comment either LT!
And of course we’ve all heard the person who says they’re allergic to it… That Army comment STILL makes me mad!
I had a patient who told me they were “allergic” to Dilaudid because it slowed down his breathing to the point where he stopped…
Umm yea… someone either pushed it too quickly or gave you too much Sherlock!
I’m so sick of these bogus “allergies”… Oxycodone makes me loopy!