"The amazing thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools" ..... Doug Lauer
Friday, January 31, 2020
A Heminephrectomy and a Stock Tip
Once the procedure was underway the nephrology surgeon began his solemn narrative of all the challenges involved; too much monkeying around near the adrenal glands atop the kidney could blow blood pressures sky high, the renal artery had lots of anatomical variations so it was tough to figure out where it ended and the arcuate artery began, and finally, modifications to the fascia were required to hold what was left of the kidney in place. Old school surgeons just loved to hang the crepe before a difficult procedure because then even a bad result might look OK.
After a lengthy discussion of renal pyramids and poles (I could never make sense out of the difference between the two,) the surgeon excised the pathologic portion of the kidney that most commonly harbored a benign tumor or cysts. At least most of the partial nephrectomies offered a cure.
Now the fun part for the hapless scrub nurse begins. To seal the exposed surface of the incised kidney, miniscule pea sized chunks of fat are sutured in place. This time consuming task requires lots and lots of sutures and by the time about half the job was done my bony fingers were aching from loading endless needle holders.
Fatigue can be the impetus for saying stupid things and my preternatural foolishness didn't help matters as I muttered, "Why don't you just throw a couple of stitches around one big hunk of fat and be done with it."
The surgeon gave me one of those churlish looks and quickly changed the subject to one of his particular areas of expertise, stock marked tips. According to this financially savvy surgeon, Abbott labs was a sure fire winner and a must buy stock because the share value had been temporarily eroded by a contaminated IV fluid SNAFU. As soon as the problem was corrected, the share value would soar. As he enthusiastically expounded about this must buy stock, the old Airshields ventilator pumped a potent halogenated anesthetic agent into the deeply obtunded patient.
The case proceeded along uneventfully and I helped gently transfer Mitch, the still anesthetized patient unto the gurney. A nurse was always with a patient like this to maintain an airway on the open road to the recovery room. I was carefully making sure his silver metal oral airway (no cheesy plastic throwaways like those in current use) was in place as I guided his mandible forward to keep him breathing.
With unexpected gusto Mitch suddenly aroused, pushing my hand away and yanking out that pesky airway. His first words upon regaining consciousness? "Call my broker. I want in on some of that Abbott Labs stock."
Posted by Oldfoolrn at 11:31 AM
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Wow! I hear about this and pray it doesn't happen to me. I want to be out, out, out for my surgery.ReplyDelete
Amen to that. I always wondered if the patient paid for his hospital bill with his stock market profits. I would have been well off too if I had listened to the surgeon's stock tips, but I was never motivated to accumulate very much. I guess that's why I'm more than content to sit in my hovel and hunt and peck type on my foolish blog.Delete
That's hilarious! "Call my broker!" Well, hopefully both patient and doctor are comfortably retired on their Berkshire Hathaway "A" stock accumulation. A handful of those would put you and me on easy street. Alas, I have never been much of a gambler.ReplyDelete
Yep, It's so much more fulfilling to learn to live on a little than to gamble for "financial success" whatever the heck that is. Folks are far too obsessed with money today.Delete
Agreed. I would very much like to make just enough money in my lifetime to finish paying off my house, save for retirement with my husband, and hopefully store up enough to take a few trips to sample good scotch from the source. Anything beyond that seems superfluous to me.Delete
Yep, I decided against the Porsche a long time ago. Bicycles are lots more fun.Delete
I am another old fool, 30 years in ER and still alive and somewhat sane.ReplyDelete
Congratulations on your longevity. If the holy trinity of aging is arthritis, incontinence, and dementia, I've got 2 out of 3 and am aggressively working on the third!Delete