I loved my two OR experiences. LOVED them! I know for sure I don't want to work in one...at least, not right now. But the experience was so rewarding.
Last week I got to see a surgeon hunting for a bullet that had been lodged for 2 years in the guts of my dear, sweet patient. The doc hunted for that thing like an easter egg before giving up and repairing the damage it had done to his parts so he could look forward to a "normal life." I met the patient before the surgery, watched his insides get rebuilt for several hours, and then stayed with him in the PACU for a couple more hours since he had nobody there to hold his hand, except his two prison guards. We had a good talk about his hopes and dreams and I didn't leave his side until I was made to go.
Did I mention he was a prisoner?
I wish I could share how much this case touched my heart and reminded me of why I wanted to be a nurse in the first place, but...there are privacy laws. Let me just say that I hope I never forget him. The other students watched as I fed him his ice chips and stayed close so he wouldn't be afraid and declared that if they are ever in the hospital, they want ME as their nurse!
Aw...shucks.
Today was my final day in the O.R. rotation and I faced another fear. The fear of watching the gore that is an orthopedic joint surgery. Why is this my fear? Because I had four surgeries to rebuild my humpty-dumpty left arm not so long ago, and have some titanium in there to prove it. Since I'll be facing more of such surgeries in the future (for maintenance) -- I just wasn't sure I was up to seeing up and bloody close just what goes on in there!
Meh. No big deal. I was glued to the procedure the whole time. I orbited all around the table to make sure I saw every drill, wire and bolt. It was disgusting and fascinating. I loved it.
What I do NOT love about the O.R....
The fashion. Really, the only way to express oneself is by way of eye makeup. (Designers like to express themselves.) It's kind of like a Burka-Situation. The puffy blue hats are as far away from sexy as possible. And you can think some guy could be good looking under all the layers of blue...and yet be disappointed when the patient is rolled away and the guy lowers his mask.... I'm just saying.
It's a meat locker. If you are perpetually cold, like me, this environment is unacepptably frigid. Good for patients because bacteria like warm places to grow. Bad for me. The menopausal ones around me LOVE it.
The lead. If you are going to work in an orthopedic OR, they will ask you if you are wearing lead. You may think about the uncomfortable underwire bra for a second, and then say no. And then they will wrap you in an apron of lead down to your knees and you'll stagger away under its weight. They take lots of x-rays while they drill holes in bones. You will consider your pre-osteoporotic bones, and of the discs of your spine crushing in on themselves under the weight of this new torture device. You will wonder why you didn't drink more milk and if you will be two inches shorter by the end of the day. Bad enough that you will be standing on your feet for four hours in a meat locker, but now you are also shrinking.
And then the surgery will be over and you will take off the lead...
And you will float away!!!
