We all remember our "first time."
"Oh no, not 5 AM, and I'm getting called in again?" This was a dream fragment that woke me a few days ago. I don't typically hold on to dreams, but this was traumatic - as was the surgery I was getting called in to scrub on.
Part of the joy of being a long-term member of an operating room crew is knowing who has you back in any situation.
I was asked: "is there such a thing as a necessary evil?" It took time for it to sink in. And when it did, more than a bit of rage and guilt struggled to coexist in my heart. This story is true, but I have omitted details that might identify people, places, or dates.
Then Dr. Max looked up and said, " Hey Lou, give me your hand. Now gently. Just place your hand on this
His advice to us was the same as General Eisenhower's - "Plans are worthless, but planning is everything."
I spent about nine years all told working in Operating Rooms, and a substantial bit of my education money came from working there. It was by turns the friendliest, and most stressful environment I have ever worked in.