This was one of those days that from start to finish – if I am actually finished (we’ll see – Miss grounded teenager happens to have a friend, as in boyfriend, over watching a movie).
The morning was spent in the OR. Had two little patients who needed a lot of dental work.
I was not looking forward to the morning. I knew our anesthetist was not going to be fun to work with. He is new and I have heard all kinds of scary stories about what it is like to work with him. He is from some country in the middle east – of another large faith group.
I knew that it would be perfectly acceptable for me to insist that he use a nasal intubation technique since I need the room in the mouth to work – in fact it is the norm. Except he has not been doing this.
Last night I was thinking of all the ways I could tell him how to do the intubation I needed. Most of the ways I wanted to say it seemed fairly cutting – in fact most would have been really nasty and insulting. I was thinking that I could accomplish my goal by insulting him or getting angry and walking out (leaving my patients bearing the brunt of all this) but that wasn’t really an option if I wanted to act like Jesus’s follower. I don’t have the luxury of being right and being nasty at the same time. At least I don’t think I can leave these kind of incidents out of my life if I want God to be in all of what I am and do.
God must have been hanging around in the corners of my mind as I wondered how I would handle this. He knew that I was aware that this would count in some way for him. I got there this AM and the guy was gruff but without a word from me, he did what I needed him to do. Things went well. He even asked one of the nurses in recovery her opinion on something. I think I will try and find a way of telling the Dr. thanks. Who knows what God is trying to do but it seemed to me as if God was there working behind the scenes on something.
Then I rushed off to Saskatoon. I had to see one of the oral surgeons – a classmate of mine. Not for a social visit either. I have large sinuses and a broken tooth and … well, I no longer have a broken tooth and the sinuses are still intact.
Walking around biting on a wad of gauze sure puts a damper on Christmas shopping.
Got back in time to run over to the party at the pastor’s. It is the place to be the week before Christmas.
Now if the living room scene looks safe to leave, I will down a few pain killers and pack things in for the night.
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