This post is not part of the Best Kept Secrets of the OR series. This is a remembrance of the day the world stood still.

September 11, 2001.

The day that the world stood still. If only for a moment in time.

It is strange to think that an event that changed our world has no reference for the latest generations.

Last year’s post for 9/11 was talking through it for the generation that watched the JFK assassination on television.

This year’s 9/11 post will be trying to explain what it was like for the younger generations.

The one’s who didn’t live through it.

Who have only learned of it through textbooks. And that is if their state hasn’t banned history textbooks.

But September 11, 2001 was a day that took us outside of ourselves.

It was a date that allowed us to come together as a society. Even if only for a moment.

The parallels are there for today as well.

9/11 was less than 10 months after George W. Bush took up residence in the White House as the 43rd president after a nail biter of an election.

Our elections haven’t gotten any easier. Or easier on the nails.

But for the moment and for months after 9/11 America spoke with one voice.

And that voice said “No.”

We would not disappear.

We would not bow to the pain of the the 2,977 dead.

2,753 people died at the World Trade Center Twin Towers collapse.

40 people died on a plane outside Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

343 people died at the Pentagon.

Many valuable lessons were learned that day.

We would learn that not everyone is a friend.

We would learn that not eveyrone is a foe.

We would learn the value of helping others through the darkness.

We would learn fear.

Many lessons were learned after the events that this attack unfolded. I won’t get into them here becasue this shouldn’t be political. It should be a remembrance of what and who we lost.

However…

We learned that we would endure.

The gown card reads “I’ll say it again and again, overstocking leads to compromised sterility.”

I’m not sure if you’ve gotten the memo yet but the OR is all about keeping the field, the instruments, and the back table as sterile as possible. I’m sure that nugget of truth has filtered down.

Where does the sterile stuff come from, Kate?

It comes from packages. All of our sterile bits and bobs come from packages. Packages that we then open in a sterile manner and place on the back table. The scrub tech then uses sterile technique to cleanse their hands, put on a sterile gown and gloves, and then prepare the back table and mayo stand.

However, the bits and bobs come from packages, as discussed.

Some people dislike being away from the OR room and proceed to overstuff their cabinets with the packages. These can be packages of gloves, dressing supply packages, sterilely packaged drains, sutures, syringes, and needles.

There are a lot of things that are needed for surgery.

And people overstuff their cabinets with everything they can think of and then the kitchen sink.

This leads to compromised packaging.

Which leads to a break in sterility if not recognized.

Because a micro tear is still just as big a break in sterility as a big tear.

Or licking your hand and touching everything on the back table without wearing gloves as the scrub tech stares at you in disbelief.

The easiest and best way to prevent this is to STOP OVERSTOCKING!

Maybe if we anthropomorphize the packaging and make the OR team care about them like kittens we can put an end to the overstocking.

After all, you don’t want to suffocate a cute little kitten or puppy.

Right?

There are 5 other operating rooms within 100 yards of the OR. The odds are very good one of them will have the 75th size 8 1/2 glove.

Maybe stop the overstocking and use your resources?

I promise your sterile packages will breathe a sigh of relief.

This will also decrease the breaking of sterile technique.

Win-win.

University/college has been underway for a few weeks, if not longer. Students are settling into their classes, doing their reading, and looking at the assignments that aren’t due yet.

Some of us are waiting for the internal processes to work through the delays and allow the long-awaited project to proceed.

Waiting is terrible.

As is the amount of work that awaits on the other side of the decision.

I have found that academia is like that.

It moves at a slow deliberate pace until a decision is made. Often this period of waiting has the student on tenterhooks as they await the decision. This feeling is agonizing.

And then the decision is made.

Then it’s off to the races. Have to get the project done in time to start the waiting game anew.

It’s a little exhausting.

Okay, a lot exhausting.

Playing the waiting game with yourself as you, well, wait.

There is nothing else to do but wait.

And, often, wait some more.

This is the time to make plans and also to make headway into the other projects.

The projects for other classes that are waiting on you.

The decision will be made, for good or ill.

Sometimes the decision events in chucking the entire project as planned and going in another direction.

Good thing academia is also patient.

They have to be.

They also know that academia processes move slowly.

Until it doesn’t.

It is now September. When I was growing up Labor Day was the beginning of the school year. Now, for the most part, the official start of summer is in August, and getting earlier all the time. Cookie Thursday is a Thing that ended the last school year in June with a month of after-school treats. In full circle, September’s theme will be the lunch lady cookie. These are meant to evoke fond memories of the treat that was included in many school lunches.

The first cookie is based on a 5-cup cookie recipe. This recipe is simple and all the ingredients are mostly measured by the cup. You get it?

There is peanut butter, oatmeal a cookie base, and FIVE separate chip flavors. These can be standardized OR customized. Guess which one I chose?

Always experimentation. And I was out of butterscotch chips. The five chips that I chose were dark chocolate, milk chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate, white chocolate, and caramel.

I was very pleasantly surprised by this cookie. It is crumbly and chewy and peanut-buttery. And chippy.

Again, a cookie that I would not kick out of the cookie jar.

Maybe that should be my new rating system. How likely to make and keep the cookies around. For general purposes, you know.

The opportunities to change this cookie are epic. I could see an addition of bacon to make it a sweet and savory cookie. You can also change the chip composition. If you want to be chaotic, I would add a mint chip. I didn’t want to be chaotic today.

But the possibility is always there.

Call a spade a spade. Sometimes the surgeons are just assholes.

Full stop.

A best-kept secret of the OR is that sometimes we don’t like the surgeon.

Like at all.

Because we are people too. People with our own likes and dislikes.

These can be cases we don’t like. Ahem, OB-GYN for me. Yes, ALL of them. I definitely didn’t like my OB rotation in nursing school. Birth blood is just icky.

These can be coworkers so unpleasant that working with them is like nails on a chalkboard.

These can definitely be surgeons we don’t care for. This can be because of their political views, how they live, or how they treat their patient when the patient is under anesthesia. Or how they treat their significant other. Or how they treat their room staff. Or how they treat the charge nurse.

Make my charge nurse/circulator/scrub tech cry? You are on my shit list, doctor!

However, at the heart of it, we are there for the patient. And the finite amount of time we spend in unpleasantness is okay because it will end.

But sometimes we as the OR staff know that a surgeon just shouldn’t be operating. They may have the textbook knowledge but they are dangerous in the OR. To the patient, to the staff, and to themselves.

That is when you put on your adult hat and call them on it. Get reinforcements if you have to. Call the manager at home. Call in the nursing supervisor. Whatever you have to do.

My husband once needed emergent gallbladder surgery. On a holiday weekend. On a Sunday on a holiday weekend. I did not care for the on-call surgeon. I didn’t like their technique or their personality or their closing and dressing habits. Staples on everything! Including laparoscopic sites. Um, that’s gonna scar. You bet I called in a favor. I just happened to have the other doctor’s personal phone number in my cell because of answering a page. I called them quickly and had my husband transferred to their service instead.

My husband spent the night in the hospital, on very strong antibiotics, and good pain medicine. He got the best care that I could ensure. It is all in who you know. This is a rare instance.

But, you ask, what about the patients who are not related to someone in the know? How do you deal when they ask point blank if the surgeon is a good surgeon or not?

Tell the truth.

This is where you put your patient advocate hat on. Because sometimes, in an on-call situation, they don’t get to choose. But you can give them numbers of other surgeons, or make a call on their behalf. This is risky and has the potential of getting you reprimanded. But it is the right thing for the patient.

My favorite response that I give to the question is if I would let the surgeon operate on me?

I would let the surgeon in question operate on a family member.

I have lost count of how many covid posts I have done.

I do know it has been a hot minute since I did one.

The next covid booster, which targets the Flirt variant, is out. Reminder the Flirt variant is an offshoot of the Omicron strain. The Flirt variant, or KP.2, was one of the fast-moving variants of the spring and will probably give the healthcare system headaches in the winter.

It got approved by the FDA on August 22 and the doses were rushed to stores.

I received the latest booster on 8/30/24 because it had been 10 months since the previous one.

Yes, my arm hurt.

No, I didn’t have any other symptoms. No fever, no chills, no malaise.

Nothing.

Schedule the booster, take the weekend off, and get it.

Better safer than sorry.

Or do I have to remind you that it is still a lethal disease? Or that some states do not track the deaths from covid? Or the case amount? Or that people are still being admitted and dying?

Gee, I hope not.

Get the covid booster. The more people who do, the less likely the virus will mutate again.

We might not be so lucky next time.

I would lay a bet that everyone who is currently in school right now has fears.

When I wrote this prompt to myself, the fear I was facing had nothing to do with school.

Nope.

That fear was the dentist.

Why generations have a fear of the dentist I don’t know.

But we do. Maybe I can unpack that some other time.

However, a different fear came to the surface just after the start of the semester.

That is the fear of your advisor emailing you.

I am sure that others have had this fear as well.

Because the advisors are not scary but in my head, and maybe yours, they can bounce you from the program.

All the advisors I’ve had, save one, would never! In fact, they would be aghast that I even felt this way.

Try telling that to my amygdala.

The scary advisor? That was the one who questioned me about my high score on the standardized test at the end of the ADN program. They hinted around but did not come out and say outright, that I cheated.

Scarred for life, I am sure of it.

However, that was three schools and 2 degrees ago.

Just like the captain who told me I was not a natural runner and to give it up, I have something to prove to that advisor. I ran a marathon out of spite for the captain. I will get my PhD despite the ADN advisor.

As a student, there are valuable things in the emails. Set yourself a reminder and make a pledge to check and respond to emails daily.

That way the advisor is not frustrated and you are not frozen in fear.

While you’re at it check the feedback on school assignments and learn from the comments.

It will help, I promise.

In the latest class I am in, the final class of the PhD before the Big Write, the professor came out and said boldly that we would have the opportunity on assignments to respond to the feedback and resubmit.

This is scary for me.

But I will attack it like I’ve planned for advisor emails. I will give myself a deadline of 1 day for each feedback.

After all, there will be lots of feedback during the Big Write, I’ve got to get used to it.

The teachers and advisors are there to help you learn.

Let them.

This week I saw a recipe that I had to try.

Like immediately.

Let me back up.

Puppy chow goes by a lot of different names such as that thing with the peanut butter and chocolate and cereal, or muddy buddies. However, the basics remain the same.

The original recipe calls for Chex mix, peanut butter, melted chocolate chips, and powdered sugar as a topper.

The recipe I saw asks why Chex mix, why not other kinds of cereal.

Mind blown.

Sometimes the simplest things, such as a cereal swap, yield the most amazing results.

The three cereals I chose to go with were Golden Grahams, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and a random chocolate cereal.

I didn’t just use peanut butter. I also used hazelnut chocolate butter.

And three types of chocolate chips.

Covered in powdered sugar.

This make was amazing and the perfect way to close out No Heat August.

I am so excited for September’s theme and I am glad I got to end August on a high note.