Post by masders on Feb 15, 2024 5:54:56 GMT -4
Anyone who has at least once found himself in the role of a patient in the operating room, the doctor is his hero and savior. But, very few people know that there is another very important connecting thread, they are the instrumentalists. We present our heroines of the operating room in this issue, through a different story told by the nurse-instrumentalist Gordana Saneva. The next shift at the hospital began. I walk through the corridors that lead me to my workplace, and listen to the conversations of the medical staff, patients and their families. Good morning nurse - good morning doctor, I wish you a good day. One of the patients that I have to go to the hospital today after the successful operation, greets my colleagues.
He knows them by name and surname, with one of them he has even exchanged photos of his grandchildren who are eagerly waiting for him to return home. You see them with a smile on their face and a dose of gratitude in their eyes. I know that they are the people who helped him a few days ago in St. Pierre and Miquelon Email List the fight against illness, in the fight against fear and uncertainty. I walked past him and greeted him with a slight bow of the head, I said good morning to him in a low voice. The gentleman looked at me for a moment and, gathering his eyebrows, was trying to remember if he recognized me. I saw that he was struggling and to help him I looked at him and tried to give a big smile. "Now that I remember, you were present at my surgery?" - he said loudly and was waiting for an answer. I started to laugh out loud, as if to say "yes, that's right". "I'm sorry but you know what, when you enter the operating room you are very scared and you don't remember all the names, and in terms of the portrait we only see your face because the rest is covered by the mask you wear all the time".
I wished him a good day and headed to the operating room. Fight with the hope of a better morning and a long life While I was putting on the surgical uniform, mask and hat, I remembered the patient's words. It is true, we are the nurses whose names are not remembered, no one knows my face, and the only contact with the people who are our patients is our smile conveyed through our eyes. The working day begins. The calm that ruled the corridor is no more. The operating program begins, the team fight begins in every operating room, a fight with the hope of a better morning and a long life. Now nothing outside the wall of the operating room is important, all the concentration and energy is focused on the patient, who has entrusted us with the most precious thing - life. After preparing the material and apparatus, we stand on the table with the instruments that shine under our hands and wait for the team to bring the patient.
He knows them by name and surname, with one of them he has even exchanged photos of his grandchildren who are eagerly waiting for him to return home. You see them with a smile on their face and a dose of gratitude in their eyes. I know that they are the people who helped him a few days ago in St. Pierre and Miquelon Email List the fight against illness, in the fight against fear and uncertainty. I walked past him and greeted him with a slight bow of the head, I said good morning to him in a low voice. The gentleman looked at me for a moment and, gathering his eyebrows, was trying to remember if he recognized me. I saw that he was struggling and to help him I looked at him and tried to give a big smile. "Now that I remember, you were present at my surgery?" - he said loudly and was waiting for an answer. I started to laugh out loud, as if to say "yes, that's right". "I'm sorry but you know what, when you enter the operating room you are very scared and you don't remember all the names, and in terms of the portrait we only see your face because the rest is covered by the mask you wear all the time".
I wished him a good day and headed to the operating room. Fight with the hope of a better morning and a long life While I was putting on the surgical uniform, mask and hat, I remembered the patient's words. It is true, we are the nurses whose names are not remembered, no one knows my face, and the only contact with the people who are our patients is our smile conveyed through our eyes. The working day begins. The calm that ruled the corridor is no more. The operating program begins, the team fight begins in every operating room, a fight with the hope of a better morning and a long life. Now nothing outside the wall of the operating room is important, all the concentration and energy is focused on the patient, who has entrusted us with the most precious thing - life. After preparing the material and apparatus, we stand on the table with the instruments that shine under our hands and wait for the team to bring the patient.