Did you know that when you put candy corn in cookies they melt and t?urn caramelly
They do!
Baking tip of the month.
I wonder if it also happens in scones.
Must investigate.
Spooky Cookie month continues.
Yesterday I told the hospital wide meeting I was in that I was interested in the call shift being bandied about in the OR.
And if that happened, I would be opening up Cookie Thursday to a different unit in the hospital for one week a month.
Because we all need a morale booster.
I also decided to do a spooky hospital story a week during Spooky Cookie month.
This one is at the hospital that I am currently working.
It really isn’t old enough to have spooky stories as it has only been open for 16 years and when this happened it had only been open for 6 years but it was spooky enough at the time.
This was when I was not the evening charge nurse.
I had an evening charge nurse and he was off for the evening.
The tech and I were pulling instruments and setting up rooms when I got a call from the OB suite.
The OB suite was where they did c-sections and was 2 floors away.
They were doing a section and were in dire need of a large deaver retractor.
And the baby’s heart rate was dropping so they needed it stat!
I said I would send them one.
I pulled one off the shelf and went to the tube system but it was much too big to send in the tube.
I grabbed the portable phone and took off for the elevator.
To find it waiting for me, the door open.
I looked around and no one was in sight.
Bear in mind this was 2224.
I nipped into the elevator and went to the OB floor.
I dashed off the elevator and handed off the deaver.
Only to be told that they needed a different retractor, not the deaver they had asked for.
I left the section suite and the elevator door was open again.
This is not getting eerie.
No, not at all.
I went back to the main OR, ran inside and grabbed the newly requested instrument.
Too big to fit in the tube.
I dashed back out to the elevator.
The door was open again.
These are very busy elevators.
You have to wait nearly every time.
I brought the new instrument to OB and handed it off.
I ascertained that nothing else was needed, as it was nearly the end of shift, and was waved off.
I returned to the elevator,
The door was not open this time and returned to the OR to finish tucking it in for the night.
I have been asked to come to the section suite on multiple occasions.
Never again have the doors been open for me.
At least not when I had to go to OB.
To the ICU?
That’s another spooky story.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 