The student behind me, the one who had no idea how to complete a physical exam of a cat, and who was afraid of handling the cat (immediately asked for help without even trying) had started the last spay. Our awesome, easy-going anesthesiologist came in to check on his student and the cat, and I hear him say “Dude, that’s not the way you look for a uterus – first, put everything back inside…”
Oh, shit. I scrubbed out and went to help her in a big hurry.
I can’t recall ever starting so many sentences with the word “Stop. Just stop…”
This, coming off a weekend I spent entirely in ICU with my diabetic patient and a bulldog who kept obstructing his airway (and had to be suctioned over and over), sleeping in the residents on call apartment, getting woken up every couple of hours...