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I first posted about my second total knee replacement in this thread: The six dollar man. I forgot to include a crucial part of that story.
I went in early in the morning for surgery and wanted to write a message on my body for the surgeon. There is a big issue surrounding staph infections in hospitals right now and I knew that I couldn't just do this with a Sharpie pen. The pre-op nursing staff was unwilling to let me use one of their sanitized body markers saying, "the surgeon will come in and sign your leg, you don't need to write anything."
Then the anesthesiologist crew came in and started their prep work. I explained to the assistant what I wanted to do. He said, "that ****'s just funny. I'll see if one of those markers accidentally falls into your lap. I don't know what's wrong with the prep staff."
When the marker did accidentally drop into my lap, I wrote on my abdomen, "NOT THIS LEG," with an arrow pointing down to my ****. Few people realize that when you're unconscious, all of those "privacy" covers come right off.
The surgeon dropped by to see me the following morning. He said it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. What surprised me was that neither he nor any of his staff had seen that before. I was sure it must have been done.
I went in early in the morning for surgery and wanted to write a message on my body for the surgeon. There is a big issue surrounding staph infections in hospitals right now and I knew that I couldn't just do this with a Sharpie pen. The pre-op nursing staff was unwilling to let me use one of their sanitized body markers saying, "the surgeon will come in and sign your leg, you don't need to write anything."
Then the anesthesiologist crew came in and started their prep work. I explained to the assistant what I wanted to do. He said, "that ****'s just funny. I'll see if one of those markers accidentally falls into your lap. I don't know what's wrong with the prep staff."
When the marker did accidentally drop into my lap, I wrote on my abdomen, "NOT THIS LEG," with an arrow pointing down to my ****. Few people realize that when you're unconscious, all of those "privacy" covers come right off.
The surgeon dropped by to see me the following morning. He said it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. What surprised me was that neither he nor any of his staff had seen that before. I was sure it must have been done.
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