(Author’s note: I’m taking a “light” day today. No heavy topics, no would-be thoughtful essays, no serious analysis. Today’s postings should be 100% pure froth, no substance.)
Several years ago, I was very ill. Ill to the point of requiring hospitalization for four days. While in the hospital, I was hooked up to an IV for the first day. I was taken off it for the remainder of my visit, but they left the insertion in my hand in case I needed to be re-IV’d.
I also got to meet quite a few student nurses during my stay. Without exception, they were all cheerful, pleasant, and dedicated towards helping me recover and deal with my new lifelong condition.
But they were also very, very new, and in one case not quite “up to speed.”
I wanted to take a shower one day. The student nurse was going to assist me getting to and from the shower (hospital regulations). She asked what they did for the IV insertion on the day before. I explained that I had worn a rubber glove with the fingers cut off to protect it from the water.
She thought that was a great idea, and got a rubber glove for me, then held it out for me to insert my hand.
I stared at her and the glove, then her again. Finally, I asked her the key question that I couldn’t quite figure out on my own:
“Wouldn’t it be easier to cut the fingers off BEFORE I put my hand in there?”