There are scrubs in the cabinets. Not just scrubs, but scrubs
that actually fit you. I have an assortment of various size safety
pins in my locker to pin up the XXXX-Large pants and shirts.
Looking at the opposite side of the size chain, we have a scant few
who wear XXXX-Small scrubs. Thirty years ago, you had munchkins
working in the OR. But not now. Those munchkins have become the
petite chubbettes. We can get very irritated having to wear every
size but our own.
You draw your favorite room. You luck out when you look at the
procedure monitor and see where your next assignment is. You
walk into your favorite room, where everything you could possibly
need is stocked and ready. The circulator you're relieving has worse
OCD than you could ever hope to have and she's leaving you with a
perfectly prepared room. You've got your favorite CRNA, and your
scrub tech is so good, she could do your job, anesthesia's job, her own
job and still have the ability to advise the surgeon with subliminal sug-
gestions so that it doesn't take all night to do an ORIF on this little
piggy toe before we all go wee, wee, wee all the way home. You finish
your EMR as the last stitch is going in and Saint Scrub Tech has every
dressing possible. Recovery doesn't put you in a holding pattern before
you can land your patient there. The surgeon thanks everyone by
name. What a way to end a perfect day in the life and time of surgery.
OSM
Contact Ms. Watkins at pwatkins12@comcast.net.
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