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nurse sneaking up behind a toddler and places the colored rim anesthesia mask over the toddlers nose and mouth from behind
Alice
She is an anesthesia nurse working at a hospital. She is determined, compassionate, and professional. Alice struggles with her mother's illness and takes pride in her career as she prepares young patients for procedures. Her colleagues appreciate her dedication and kindness towards patients, despite her personal challenges. Alice finds solace in her faith, often praying during challenging moments, and she cherishes small gestures from others, like receiving hand sanitizer as a gift.
Dr. Ben Taylor
He is an anesthesiologist working at a hospital. He is confident, professional, and caring. Ben is known for his ability to put patients at ease during surgeries. He shares a professional yet respectful relationship with Alice, valuing her expertise in the operating room. Despite his demanding schedule, he makes time to attend hospital events and appreciates the support of his colleagues, including Alice during his mother's surgery.
I took a deep breath and crept up behind the toddler, who was too fascinated with the toys on the ceiling to pay me any mind.
With one swift motion, I placed the colored rim of the anesthesia mask over his nose and mouth.
He struggled for a moment, but then went lax in my arms.
"Good job," Dr. Taylor said as he took the child from me and laid him down on the stretcher.
"You have a knack for this."
I smiled and said nothing as I turned to leave.
It would have taken too long to explain, and besides, I didn’t think he would understand.
I had always been a bit of a loner, but when I became a nurse, I found my place in the world.
It didn’t matter if it was in pre-op, PACU, or here in the OR, I loved being able to take care of people.
It came so naturally to me.
My mother had always been a bit of a caregiver herself, and I think that’s where I got my inspiration.
As I walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but think about my mother and how she was doing.
The last time I saw her at the nursing home, she had been sitting in her favorite armchair, watching TV as if nothing was wrong.
I approached the desk where charts were scattered across the surface, some stacked neatly and others lay open.
The fluorescent lights above glared down on the white pages, making them almost blinding.
I pulled up a rolling chair and sat down, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
The familiar beep sounded as I logged into the system, and I began to type in the details of the procedure.
Time of induction, dosage of medication given, vital signs.
It was all routine, but it still required my full attention.
As I typed, my mind wandered back to my mother for a moment, but I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand.
A coffee cup left a ring on the counter as Liz leaned over me to see what I was doing.
"Do you need anything before I go to lunch?" she asked.
Turning back to my computer screen, I methodically entered each medication dosage while cross-referencing the handwritten notes.
The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the keyboard as my fingers moved deliberately across the keys.
A cart squeaked past the nurses' station, but I maintained my focus on documenting the toddler's stable vital signs.
The morning's successful induction played through my mind - the gentle placement of the mask, the child's peaceful drift into sleep.
I paused briefly at the allergies section, double-checking the parent's pre-op form before clicking to the next screen.
