I’ve been treated like an idiot by some people now for 2.5 years. In spite of some people’s efforts to keep me down (real or imagined), I have learned something. It showed itself today.
After being tortured by being placed in ENT for the entire week, they put me in the Big Man’s room. The transition from ear patch crap to one of his cases (any case) is a bit like going from a tricycle in your parents’ driveway to a Harley on the open road. The old nurse who I call Hoover Harriet was going to help me start the day because my partner was running late. This meant I had to scrub and it still makes me nervous with him, even if it was a little case. I was scrubbed and had just finished setting up the stuff when I noticed I didn’t have suction tubing. The packs for the small cases don’t have suction since most people don’t use them. But he does. Something in my mind told me, something in my mind reminded me of my preceptor telling me something about suction tubing for this man. I said, “Harriet, I need a suction.” She told me she didn’t think I’d need it because it was a small case. She has 33 years on me experience-wise so I didn’t press and crossed my fingers hoping he wouldn’t notice.
But what do you know. The first thing he said after drapes were on was, “I need a suction.” I hate saying, “I told you so” only because I have to say it so much. I knew something.
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