First time in an OR
"Would it be possible for me help do the Foley catheter?" I asked. Before I knew what I'd gotten into, I was in.
I had done one Foley insertion, the week before. However, as I'm learning, every single situation is unique.
This time, I was in an operating room. I was wearing ridiculously large surgical scrubs, since they didn't have size extra-small. I had a flowery paper bonnet over my hair, and a surgical mask tied over my face. I was absolutely freezing, since the operating rooms are kept at arctic temperatures. And I was listening to Faith Hill wafting out from the boombox in the corner. That was my first experience in an O.R.
The while the anesthesiologist gave an epidural, I helped hold the Mom's arm, so she wouldn't fall forward if she got dizzy. Then it was time for the Foley.
I don't think I would have felt nervous this time, if it hadn't been for the situation. The nurse whispered to me a last piece of advice, "You have to do it quickly! This doctor hates to wait."
OK, now I was nervous. The room was full of people ... the anesthetist, the M.D., a Resident, assistants, and a classmate. This time, though, bunny-suit or not, I knew what I was doing. I donned my gloves aseptically and with lightening speed. I tested the balloon at the catheter tip, following correct procedures. I swabbed the area, lubricated and coiled my catheter, and in it went! Success!