Friday, September 3, 2010
Back In The Saddle
My former clinic contacted me recently, asking if I'd like to come on back and work with their new cancer surgeon in the OR. Why not? I've missed it. Much of it. Some of it.
So today was my first day back at the hospital where I'd spent over twenty years, and many of the people I knew were still there. Hugs all around from some my favorite nurses, a couple of whom ran down the hall to see me. Handshakes from former colleagues. It felt good. Walking the corridors, I could easily imagine no time at all had passed. Anesthesia turnover hasn't gotten any faster. They have a larger supply of large scrubs, in sizes too big even for me.
I remembered that shoe covers go on the outside of shoes, you wash your hands before you put on the gloves, put on the mask before you wash your hands. Did nothing to embarrass myself. I could still place a stitch, tie a knot, dissect adhesions off a liver. So that's good.
It's been a long time since I'd been part of a liver resection. Got to witness a tool I'd not seen, a Habib radiofrequency unit. I assume they don't let things with that name near ground zero. Wouldn't be respectful.
Long cases are still long cases, back and knees still hurt. But it was fun. I believe I was more help than hindrance, so I think I'll do it some more. Standing, as I will be, on the wrong side of the table, I'm not expecting it to produce much fodder for my favorite blog.