Sharon Kendrik - Nurse In The Outback

As she carefully soaped her hands and arms up to the elbow with antiseptic solution, and scrubbed her hands and nails for the obligatory two and half minutes, she called to the junior.

‘Please check whether Dr. Manners has any extra requirements for his lipoma removals. Also I’d like to know his glove size, and which sutures he prefers.’

‘The answer is no, eight and catgut!’ said a voice behind her, Kate turned to find a pair of earnest eyes peering at her from behind wire-trim spectacles. The small surgeon grinned at her.

‘Hi. I’m John Manners, but you’ll forgive me if I don’t shake hands,’ he laughed.

‘Hello, Dr. Manners. Kate Carpenter—I’m scrubbing for your morning list, and mostly probably your afternoon one too, and no, I’ll be jolly angry if you put any of your nasty germs near my nice clean hands!’ Kate began to dry them carefully on a sterile towel brought in by Nurse O’Connor.

‘I must just have a word with the gas-man,’ explained John Manners. ‘I look forward to seeing you in theatre.’

Carmel helped Kate on with a sterile green gown and tied the tapes up for her. Kate was now ready to prepare her pack, putting all the instruments in order, counting and checking them and holding sterile gallipots for her runner to pour skin cleaning solutions into.

Meanwhile, the patient was being transported by trolley from the ward to the anaesthetic room, and while the anaesthetic nurse established that the correct patient was about to have the correct operation, the anaesthetist or ‘gas-man’ was checking the cylinders of gas in both rooms.

The anaesthetised patient was wheeled in, accompanied by the anaesthetist and his nurse, and carefully lifted by two theatre porters on to the narrow table.

Kate surrounded his nude abdomen with sterile towels and motioned to Carmel to point the strong light at the operation site, which John Manners had marked on the patient’s skin in indelible ink the previous day.

The gowned and masked surgeon stepped forward and generously washed the abdomen with the large wad of soaked cotton wool which Kate handed to him. This done, he held up his right hand, and she firmly slapped into it the scalpel she had ready. The initial incision was made—knife to skin—John Manners glanced up at the anaesthetist, who nodded, and the operation progressed.

This was the part of the job which Kate loved the most. To a great extent the skills of a scrub nurse can be taught, but Kate had the extra qualities of anticipation and speed. During her theatre course she had purloined various surgical text books, reading up on basic procedures and familiarising herself with the normal sequence of steps in an operation.

She watched John Manners’ hands closely and he soon found that he was able to hold his hand out for an instrument and she would put the right one there, without having to be asked.

She judged Dr. Manners to be a competent surgeon—he worked steadily and neatly. Kate knew that the real test of a surgeon came, not during the routine operations, which ran normally and which he would have performed many times over, but during a surgical emergency when he would be required to use his initiative to make major decisions. A wrong decision could prove potentially fatal, and so the onus on the surgeon to predict correctly was enormous. Instinct might prompt him to play safe, but the irony lay in the fact that all the truly great surgeons took risks.

However, there was no sign of any crisis as the list proceded smoothly. The two lipoma removals were followed by the varicose veins, which proved slightly more difficult to strip than John Manners had expected.

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