It’s showtime. No need to worry. This is just another routine performance. I can do this. All I need to do is get on stage, do my dance, and wait for the curtain to fall. Then move on to the next stage and do it all again.
The curtain opens.
My patient is wheeled into the operating room. With the help of the circulating nurse, we guide her from the hospital gurney …
Cancelling surgery: When the show can’t go on
Waking before dawn, I scurry into the study. Sitting in front of the computer, I wiggle the mouse, bringing the screen to life. Hesitantly, I call up the site for the major local newspaper. Since being notified by my attorneys one week prior that a reporter was hunting me down for comment, I am on heightened alert. Every day spent awaiting a story that could potentially decimate my life.
The home …
Waiting for a story that could potentially decimate my life
It was a cold winter day in 2009 when my life changed forever, however, it would be months before I figured that out. On that fateful day, a drug-addicted surgical scrub tech assigned to my operating room stole syringes of fentanyl, a potent intravenous narcotic, from my anesthesia cart. According to news reports, investigative summaries, and the scrub tech’s confession, once she took the syringes, she used them on herself.
It’s …
How a drug addicted scrub tech changed my life forever
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