Babies or Wounds?

So, today I got to watch a wound vac changing. Yep. We vacuum wounds in my world. We cut really porous sponges to fit your gaping wound (5 inches long and 2 inches wide. . . and I could see down into it. You know?), then we shove said sponge into your crater of a wound and then cover it with sticky plastic, cut a hole in the plastic and attach a Hoover. Well. Maybe not a Hoover. But, a big suction cuppy looking thing. And, the nurse I was watching told me that sometimes we get to fill your wound (which I've perhaps, perchance nicknamed Crater Lake in my head) with sterile water, then we take a sterile Q-Tip and dig out the green and white pus clinging to the shores of your cavernous wound. It made me all giddy, thinking about cleaning out infected, dehisced wounds.

So now I can't decide if I want to help deliver babies or remove goobers of infection from unnatural body holes.


I'll probably stick with babies.

For now.

I've been remiss

Oh my gosh!!!! I can't believe I forgot to tell you!!!

One of our first days in Med-Surg (it might have been our very first day, actually), we were talking about things you have to do before a patient goes down to surgery. She's talking about how you have to make sure to take their glasses off, their dentures out, their rings off (or taped), their earrings out, you know. The usual. And then! She says "Oh, and you'll have to take out their penile piercing if they have one." What the hell? Who on earth does that? My friend Becky told me that she looked over at me at that point in time because she knew what my reaction would be. She said my face was hilarious and that I was just staring straight ahead.

Seriously. My advice to you is this: don't marry a man with a penile piercing. It will only end in heartache.