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n the 1st day
of Christmas
my OR gave to
me … PTSD from the
Devil incarnate of a
scrub tech I had to
work with every day. I
would call her a witch
or a female dog, but I
wouldn't want to insult
the Wiccan religion or
canines.
One the 2nd day of
Christmas my OR gave
to me ... 2 patients for
appendectomies. The
first one was a 15-year-
old male patient the size of an NFL player with an appendix on 4th
and goal. The second patient was a thin 30-year-old male, and his
appy had already scored a touchdown while he was still deciding if
he should go to the hospital.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my OR gave to me ... 3 gall- bladders.
One patient had been to one too many Christmas parties. The next
patient was a 28-year-old female post-delivery of 4 weeks who spent
her last trimester with cholelithiasis. The last gallbladder belonged to
The 12 Days of Christmas (OR Edition)
You won't find any turtle doves or pear trees here.
Behind Closed Doors
Paula Watkins, RN