Recovery Mode

I failed to post on Monday because I was so exhausted. The amazing local coffee bean cafe latte and the cacao bean beverage (hot chocolate) gave me just enough of a buzz to lie in bed awake, even though I felt exhausted. So, with only about six hours of sleep, we were up and in the van at 0645 and traveling to the hospital. 

I served as the circulating nurse for two knee replacement surgeries. In these pictures, a nurse practitioner from New Jersey and a pre-med student from California had the opportunity to "scrub in" and assist with the surgery. They are young and eager and sooo excited. Not my cup of tea.

Our mornings begin at 0500 with a breakfast buffet in the hotel restaurant, followed by a 0600 devotion. Monday morning, Scott wrote and shared the morning devotion, beginning with 

Galatians 6:9, the Apostle Paul writes...
[9] So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time, we will reap a harvest of blessings if we don’t give up.

It was amazing. He was amazing. I may be biased, but . . . yeah. 

If you know Scott well, you know that he is a Star Trek fan. I am a Star Trek fan by association. My pictures from today with the provider using drills and hammers (mallets)  remind me of a quote from Star Trek's Dr. McCoy:

"My God, man, drilling holes in his head isn't the answer. The artery must be repaired. Now put away your butcher knives and let me save this patient before it's too late." 

Don't forget curved forks






 


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