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Pencil pushers

We have new “time out” procedures we have to follow in the OR where I work. The time out is designed to help prevent mistakes. The circulating nurse announces “This is patient XYZ, having XYZ procedure. This antibiotic was given at this time, etc,etc. does everyone agree?” And we all mumble our agreement before the surgeon cuts. It’s supposed to help prevent wrong site surgeries,etc.

The new time out procedure was obviously written by a pencil pushing number cruncher with no OR experience. In addition to all the regular stuff, they now want us to go around the room and introduce ourselves out loud and announce our role. Stupid, but I’m game. Today, I was Willie Wonka.
The REALLY stupid addition is the question, “Do you anticipate any unexpected events/complications during the surgery?”

Just think, the person who came up with the question “what unexpected things do you expect” is one of the people making healthcare policy decisions that affect others….

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So, it’s been eight years since I finished my Master’s and I finally paid one of my student loans off. Only 3 more to go. *sigh*
This post is going to be me complaining about things like a grouchy old man. That way, I’ve purged the griping from my system and won’t bring it home. (In theory)

Education is expensive. When I finished anesthesia training, I owed over $150,000. I’ve got it down to around $75,000 now. I remember back in nineteen hundred and ninety three, enrolling for 21 hrs at New Mexico State University as a sophomore? Junior? anyway- my tuition was $770. Things have sure become expensive…. 

I’d celebrate paying off a loan, but last night, my insulated steel garage door jumped the tracks, twisting the frame. No idea how it happened. But I know it’s going to be expensive to fix/replace.

 AND, I found out yesterday that I will be eating the $500 deductible on getting our SUV repaired from where that lady in Branson sideswiped us. Such is life, I guess. 

Also, my plantar fasciitis has been so bad in my left foot for the last couple of weeks that I can barely walk on it when I get up from sitting. Time for another podiatrist visit. 

And - my Irish Setter is getting neutered today. My 3 yr old hugged him around the neck last night and said, “Getting your balls chopped tomorrow, Riley. Better lick em while you can.” From my wife’s point of view, the conversation only went downhill from there. 

Oh- and my oldest starts 1st grade on Monday. He’s growing up way too fast. Sometimes it makes me feel like my life is unraveling like a speed frame picture. Before you know it, he’ll be grown and I’ll be dead. 

I think that about covers it. 

Listing things out like that really helps me to realize what a blessed and privileged life I have. Seriously. 
I mean, I have a wife and kids who love me and are healthy. I have a dog who won’t be humping and trying to dominate everything anymore. I have a vehicle to take me places. Hell, I have more than one. I live in a country so prosperous, one of my biggest health concerns is getting too fat. 

I’ve actually got it pretty good, when I sit down to think about it….

So, it’s been eight years since I finished my Master’s and I finally paid one of my student loans off. Only 3 more to go. *sigh*
This post is going to be me complaining about things like a grouchy old man. That way, I’ve purged the griping from my system and won’t bring it home. (In theory)

Education is expensive. When I finished anesthesia training, I owed over $150,000. I’ve got it down to around $75,000 now. I remember back in nineteen hundred and ninety three, enrolling for 21 hrs at New Mexico State University as a sophomore? Junior? anyway- my tuition was $770. Things have sure become expensive….

I’d celebrate paying off a loan, but last night, my insulated steel garage door jumped the tracks, twisting the frame. No idea how it happened. But I know it’s going to be expensive to fix/replace.

AND, I found out yesterday that I will be eating the $500 deductible on getting our SUV repaired from where that lady in Branson sideswiped us. Such is life, I guess.

Also, my plantar fasciitis has been so bad in my left foot for the last couple of weeks that I can barely walk on it when I get up from sitting. Time for another podiatrist visit.

And - my Irish Setter is getting neutered today. My 3 yr old hugged him around the neck last night and said, “Getting your balls chopped tomorrow, Riley. Better lick em while you can.” From my wife’s point of view, the conversation only went downhill from there.

Oh- and my oldest starts 1st grade on Monday. He’s growing up way too fast. Sometimes it makes me feel like my life is unraveling like a speed frame picture. Before you know it, he’ll be grown and I’ll be dead.

I think that about covers it.

Listing things out like that really helps me to realize what a blessed and privileged life I have. Seriously.
I mean, I have a wife and kids who love me and are healthy. I have a dog who won’t be humping and trying to dominate everything anymore. I have a vehicle to take me places. Hell, I have more than one. I live in a country so prosperous, one of my biggest health concerns is getting too fat.

I’ve actually got it pretty good, when I sit down to think about it….

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"Oy - Fredrick! Look at this mammoth tree. Magnificent! One has only to cast his gaze upon its enormous height and width to see the creator&#8217;s hand."

"I agree, Liam! Now, let&#8217;s go chop that f*cker down&#8230;."

"Oy - Fredrick! Look at this mammoth tree. Magnificent! One has only to cast his gaze upon its enormous height and width to see the creator’s hand."

"I agree, Liam! Now, let’s go chop that f*cker down…."

Filed under T.W.A.T.

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I have driven all over Arkansas and Missouri the last couple of days. Got caught in a massive rainstorm, at night, in the ozark mountains. It was so bad, I had to slow down to 20 mph, and I still couldn’t see the road. It sucked.
Found a cork rifle for the 3 yr old, and my wife is wearing cut offs. The 3 yr old also took a poop right on the side of the highway yesterday. It’s almost like we are locals.

Then, today, some woman tried to pass me as I was pulling into the turn lane on the main strip in Branson, and she ended up hitting me - all down my driver’s side. I can only open the driver door about halfway now.
I called the cops, much to the chagrin of the lady who hit me. She hopped on her cell phone and called her boyfriend. He showed up about 20 min later, on a bicycle, in flip flops and a half shirt, drinking a beer and smoking. I’m not even kidding. It was awesome.
She tried telling the cop that I hit her. And that I wasn’t in front of her. And that she wasn’t to blame, because she was going the speed limit. The cop just looked at her and asked, “You’re telling me you were going 35 mph in the turn lane?”
Long story short: it was her fault. Still put a damper my day, though.

We start the 10 hr trek home tomorrow. It should only take us around 13 hrs with all of the potty breaks for the boys

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Never mind, I found what I&#8217;m looking for. I&#8217;d say I will blend in with the local folk, but the fact that I will actually be wearing a shirt negates that&#8230;.

Never mind, I found what I’m looking for. I’d say I will blend in with the local folk, but the fact that I will actually be wearing a shirt negates that….

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Last time I was here, my youngest couldn’t talk. This time, I just wish he couldn’t

Last time I was here, my youngest couldn’t talk. This time, I just wish he couldn’t