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Noiseless

Being in the operating theatre is like being in an oasis of calm. It's a blessed escape from the bustle of the wards where people shout from one end of the ward to the other.

There are no visiting hours in theatre. It's infathomable to me why many people think that going to the hispital to visit sick loved ones is a good oppurunity for a fun day out with the family. God, I hate screaming kids. I can hate them but I hate the parents more for neglecting to teach their kids how to behave. Rolling around in a tantrum on the ward floor and playing with your grandma's cathether bag is NOT acceptable behaviour!

If Scotland has made laws banning parents from smacking their kids, can there be a law allowing us to smack the parents instead?

The other good thing about being in theatre is that you can pretend to be doing IMPORTANT things when you are actually swinging your feet having a cup of coffee waiting for the next patient to roll in.

Ah, yes, everything is clean and orderly in the operating theatre. No misbehaving children and the patients are either too frightened too kick up a fuss or unconcious.

Even colleagues appear a lot more palatable in theatre. The surgical masks we have to wear are very forgiving. It hides a multitude of sins. The eyes tend to be a person's most expressive and attractive feature, so exchanged pleasantries across a patient's unconcious body adds to the congenial feel of the operating theatre. Although there is some disappointment when a person takes off their mask and you go, "Oh damn, not so hot after all."

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Anonymous said…
wow that's kinda comforting to know :(

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