Friday, May 14, 2010


I found Recovery Room fascinating in first-year. Patients were wheeled out of theatre as comatose bodies and left with the nurses until they woke up. The nurses would call each body by name as they took obs, pulled the slimy laryngeal mask out of the body’s throat and wiped sticky phlegm off the body’s chin. And then, like magic, the body would suddenly transform into an actual person who could see and understand and communicate - it was amazing!

After that, I presumed, they were released back into the wild.

Last week, I saw what happens AFTER Recovery Room. One of my classmates needed a bit of facial reconstructive surgery following a ferocious netball match. Another classmate, as her “next of kin”, was too scared to leave her alone after surgery and so she joined us for tutorial.

She wandered into the room, a dreamy expression on her face, sipping chocolate milk through a straw and smiling vaguely at everyone. It was difficult to concentrate on tutorial, and we continually stole glances at our loopy classmate as she happily munched on a chocolate biscuit and stared about the room, stopping every 10 seconds or so to give the ceiling a good perusal.

It was hilarious watching her. I wonder if I could specialise in post-recovery room care ....

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