finally the chair reclined
Yesterday was my last day in work and i was going to write about it yesterday after work but I got home and just vegged and by the time i ate and vegged some more i was too shattered to face livejournal.
so yesterday became today.
Thursday and friday were two days where the time seemed to pass at the speed of light. I bought cakes on both days for people, muffins and honey cakes and they went down a storm. What I liked the most about the honey cake was that my friends kept its knowledge and location a secret from the majority of the theatre teams. Their premise was that it should only be for people who were my friends/people whom I trusted and were friends with me not everyone. So lest it got into the hands of those who saw me as some freak they kept it away from a large proportion of the theatre teams round by one of the teams and one of my friends did the rounds to areas and told people quietly that there was cake from me if they wanted any.
The cake was promptly demolished.
And it was was a big cake.
My last 2 scrubs were a big laparotomy and a plating of a femur. Both were longish but I learnt something on both times and I really hope I don't lose too much of my orthopaedic trauma skill. Because I love putting plates on people's shattered femurs, and DHS's are my favourite operation EVER.
I'm being sent to Urology over on the other hospital site so I should get a chance to do lots of laporotomies with my new surgeons but there is a sore lack of ortho cases unless I get hauled over to Frenchay on the nightshift.
Feelings wise it was hard. Hard cleaning out my locker at the end of the day. Hard getting hugs off my friends, most whom I might see in a few months/years time but some I know I might never see again. You start to see history appearing in the hallways of the theatres.. ghosts of the past. it sounds corny and contrite but it's true. People arguing, jokes and parties at Christmas time when everyone brings in food. Terrible cases that track blood all over the place, the good times, the times that make you cry.
The time I went to get the breakfasts one saturday morning and walked back from the canteen unaware that someone's baked bean order was dripping all down my scrubs. I walk into the Main reception with legs covered in red sauce, some people think its blood and gasp, i just swear and go and change and feel decidedly icky for the remainder of shift.
The time I did my first AAA. It was only a medium strength triple-A but it was still terrifying. And long, it took from 1pm to 6.30pm. And I didn't stop the entire time and we did a good job too.
Seeing the HCA's grow as team members. When they start they don't know a thing but after 3-5 months they begin to understand and from that they are invaluable members of the teams. And we've had a lot in the 4 years I've been here.
Y'know some of us joke at how they erase your memory in the other hospital. I say you get your "brains blown" so that you forget Frenchay. Such is the 'them and us' mentality between the two hospitals at the moment. Amalgamation in 2014 will be fun.
I hope my memory isn't erased, nor am I branded or tattooed as a 'Meader. But if I am I am.
And while my memory will fade, at least those memories were for the better part positive ones, ones that that'll I'll remember with joy and respect instead of regret.
"Is that it? Am I done?"
- Doyle, Angel Season 1.
so yesterday became today.
Thursday and friday were two days where the time seemed to pass at the speed of light. I bought cakes on both days for people, muffins and honey cakes and they went down a storm. What I liked the most about the honey cake was that my friends kept its knowledge and location a secret from the majority of the theatre teams. Their premise was that it should only be for people who were my friends/people whom I trusted and were friends with me not everyone. So lest it got into the hands of those who saw me as some freak they kept it away from a large proportion of the theatre teams round by one of the teams and one of my friends did the rounds to areas and told people quietly that there was cake from me if they wanted any.
The cake was promptly demolished.
And it was was a big cake.
My last 2 scrubs were a big laparotomy and a plating of a femur. Both were longish but I learnt something on both times and I really hope I don't lose too much of my orthopaedic trauma skill. Because I love putting plates on people's shattered femurs, and DHS's are my favourite operation EVER.
I'm being sent to Urology over on the other hospital site so I should get a chance to do lots of laporotomies with my new surgeons but there is a sore lack of ortho cases unless I get hauled over to Frenchay on the nightshift.
Feelings wise it was hard. Hard cleaning out my locker at the end of the day. Hard getting hugs off my friends, most whom I might see in a few months/years time but some I know I might never see again. You start to see history appearing in the hallways of the theatres.. ghosts of the past. it sounds corny and contrite but it's true. People arguing, jokes and parties at Christmas time when everyone brings in food. Terrible cases that track blood all over the place, the good times, the times that make you cry.
The time I went to get the breakfasts one saturday morning and walked back from the canteen unaware that someone's baked bean order was dripping all down my scrubs. I walk into the Main reception with legs covered in red sauce, some people think its blood and gasp, i just swear and go and change and feel decidedly icky for the remainder of shift.
The time I did my first AAA. It was only a medium strength triple-A but it was still terrifying. And long, it took from 1pm to 6.30pm. And I didn't stop the entire time and we did a good job too.
Seeing the HCA's grow as team members. When they start they don't know a thing but after 3-5 months they begin to understand and from that they are invaluable members of the teams. And we've had a lot in the 4 years I've been here.
Y'know some of us joke at how they erase your memory in the other hospital. I say you get your "brains blown" so that you forget Frenchay. Such is the 'them and us' mentality between the two hospitals at the moment. Amalgamation in 2014 will be fun.
I hope my memory isn't erased, nor am I branded or tattooed as a 'Meader. But if I am I am.
And while my memory will fade, at least those memories were for the better part positive ones, ones that that'll I'll remember with joy and respect instead of regret.
"Is that it? Am I done?"
- Doyle, Angel Season 1.