"The amazing thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools" ..... Doug Lauer
Monday, September 24, 2018
Fun With Operating Room Kick Buckets
My recent visit to Pennsylvania Dutch Country rebooted a long dormant memory of an unfortunate incident with that wheeled dervish, an operating room kick bucket. The Amish eschew internal combustion engine powered transportation devices in favor of things like foot powered scooters. One foot remains firmly planted on the scooter platform while the opposite lower extremity propels the device with intermittent kicking motions. As we shall see, that mode of propulsion is not exclusive to Amish scooters.
Kick buckets in the OR are similar to Amish scooters in that they share the ability to move through space on wheels and are about the same size. My tale begins as another long case comes to a conclusion and I am involved in the usual post-op prattle with Janess, the exhausted scrub nurse. As she descended from the artfully OFRN designed scrub nurse platform her foot landed smack dab in the middle of a carelessly positioned kick bucket. The wide opening at the bucket top guided her foot into the much smaller base firmly entrapping and immobilizing her leg in the contraption. Luckily the bloody sponges had been removed from the kick bucket or the situation could have been rather messy.
The ensuing commotion soon aroused the attention of our hypervigilant supervisor, Alice, who added to the cacophony with one of her bitter diatribes. "Look what you've done now you clumsy little goofus. I've got a mind to teach you a lesson that you won't soon forget," shrieked Alice.
Janess was now a hostage of her sympathetic nervous system which activated the flight or fight instinct. Alice was a contentious character with a military background so the only viable option was flight without further ado. With one foot entrapped in the confining but mobile kick bucket, Janees used her free extremity to propel herself through the open door with all the skill of an Amish scooter driver. Alice was not up to speed with her arthritic knees so Janess was able to open up a substantial lead and soon disappeared into the locker room. The ensuing laughter soon took the wind from Alice's sails and we all lived happily ever after...sort of. Folks that work together in stressful environments like operating rooms often transforms themselves into one big dysfunctional family. It did not seem like much fun at the time but in a strange way, these were some of the best years of my life.
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Oh ~ the wonderful visual you've provided!!!ReplyDelete
Sounds like my years in the Pysch Unit OFRN - I started expecting to stay a year max and ended up there for six years - the same dysfunctional type family atmosphere among the staff and I stayed because despite all the sad stuff, I had never laughed so much and had so much fun! Good for Janess glad she escaped a druthering by the formidable Alice! Sue.ReplyDelete
That "druthering" word has such character to it. I love words that sound like their meaning and druthering brings to mind many unpleasant confrontations with my arch nemesis, Alice. Many thanks to both of you for being such loyal readers of my foolishness.ReplyDelete
Lol , brilliant . ;-)ReplyDelete
Thanks..I can use all the encouragement. My foolish brain is subject to many freezes!ReplyDelete