The second part
of my trip to Bozeman entailed waking up at 3:10 in the morning. By 3:30, I was on my way up to the hospital
without any coffee. I thought my trip
was going to be a bit rough, but I had a great time. I took a tour behind the scenes of the OR.
My middle child
works at the hospital as a sterilization technician. I don't know if that is the official title,
but I say the name that way. He showed
me all the equipment and techniques of sterilizing the items needed in the
operating room. I loved seeing him in
his scrubs and working.
I was amazed
that behind the scenes, where patients aren't allowed to tread, the look of the
hospital. Everything looks like it is
still back in the seventies. The wall
are colored a cream color and in great need of being painted. The flooring is old linoleum in muted ugly
squares of more creams. I felt a chill
and thought of all horror movies.
The tour took me
back to my old medic days. No, I didn't
work in a hospital. In fact, I really
didn't do much as a medic except drive the ambulance, but we did do a lot of
inventory. Seeing all the clamps and
scissors reminded me of my life so very long ago. After he clocked out, he took me to my
breakfast, his dinner. The entire trip,
though it lasted less then 24 hours was a huge success.
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