Yes, another self indulgent post.
This time is about gravity.
You know, the thing that keeps us all grounded.
Facebook reminded me that it has been 2 years since I fell in the OR, during induction on a peds case.
I tripped over the c-arm on the way to the phone to call x-ray.
The irony just avalanches some days.
My left knee and tibia bones finally stopped hurting about 6 months ago and I can kneel without pain.
The newly formed dimple in my left cheek is here to stay.
I have not gone back to employee health.
They have their hands full right now.
And told me the dimple was in my head anyway.
Sure, Jan.
It still pulls when I smile too broadly.
The horrible TMJ pain is gone.
Small victories, I know.
What I remember most of that day is:
- the anesthesiologist getting me an ice pack
- the surgeon getting me a bandaid
- the surprise on the team’s faces when I would not call anyone else in, um, this is a ten minute case, there is no one to call, and you’ll be done before they get here
- the black bruising to my collar bone the next day
The OR is a dangerous place.
Sometimes for the workers there.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 