Yessir! But can you take a look at this surgical site though? I think it needs some patching.
Just steri-strip it. Put benzoin around it.
Yes, Doctor.
As I was removing the staples from this sweet old man's suprapubic surgical site, I couldn't help but listen to this really moving and heartwarming conversation he was having with his wife. Yes, they're an old couple with hearing aids, dentures, and canes ornamenting their wisdom-filled appearances but man they're like a sweet college couple.
Well, honey I gotta go and take care of buddy (their dog)...they will call me if you'll get admitted.
But I want you to stay.
Do you want me to stay? How about this- I'll go home take care of some stuff then I'll come back in the morning? That way I won't be tired and you'll be all settled when I come back.
Okay...
But do you really want me to stay?
Yes dear. I love you.
[Holy cow it was like a real-time 50's chick flick happening right before my eyes.]
I'll stay dear.
What was going on was really sweet but I had to interrupt it. I felt like a douchebag for spoiling their moment.
Sir, I need to put some more antiseptic. I've removed all the staples and I need to patch the site with some strips. It's like sutures since it applies tension to hold the skin together. No needles though.
What?
I forgot he's hard of hearing.
I said we are almost done, sir.
I bandaged the site afterwards, took off my gloves, shook the couple's hands, and said good-bye. God bless your years together. That was a rare moving experience amidst the chaos that I am in right now. I just thought to myself that it would be really nice to be in that position (well, not the disease and aging but you know what I meant)...
Whatever.
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