As I stand at the doorstep of another procedure, I turn to you to once again air my grievances, such as they are. No one in the mortal world cares to listen; You, Blog, have no choice. You are my creation. Thus:
I will try to disregard, though will take steps to circumvent, having an IV inserted by someone who relies on a "vein-finder" to insert the needle. Especially after she says hers is broken, and she is unable to find another. And even more especially if she leaves the room in a huff when another nurse tries to give her advice. He was able to insert the IV.
I have no control over or explanation for the vagaries of the sedation protocol. After some time spent waiting in the cubicle, the big man appears, the chief anesthesiologist, who delivers the spiel about sedation in a voice obscured by accent and mask. His job is done. Some time later, a younger person appears, introducing himself as Bob, Assistant Anesthesiologist, and says he will be with me during the procedure. He starts to say more. Another person enters the cubicle from the other side of the room. Bob abruptly says, "This is Lauren," says he has enjoyed meeting me, even though our time together was very brief. I ask if Lauren is his equivalent. He says yes, he is leaving. I ask where he is going. He says, "To get something to eat."
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