Grant Hospital School of Nursing - Beacon Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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he eacon rp ----------------------- '--------------------'------------------ 1 --------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- '11 Operating oom After coming back from one of those wonderful week-ends, to your horror you find HO. R. written after you name on the Change Slip. All your pleasant thoughts are changed to fear and dread. You wonder if you will ever be able to do things right. Those three months ahead of you seem like years. After receiving all kinds of consolation from everyone-that it is not half as had as they say it is-you finally go to sleep only to awaken in thc morning with the same fear confronting you. ' After eating a hurried breakfast, that you can hardly swallow, you are taken to Sixth Floor by some of the other students. They very politely introduce you to Miss Foreman who gives you a Scrub Cap and sends you to Fifth Floor to help. You start out trying to be real brave, but wishing all the time that the floor would open and let you slip through. The morning is spent in watching 'l s and A's, and helping clean up. Above all, you are learning to run the sterilizer without letting it pop. The next day, very much to your delight, also very much to your horror, you are allowed to scrub for the first time. My, didn't you think you were important! Everything went along nicely for the next week in spite of the continuous Hurry up, Sister! Hurry up! You are too slow for any good use. After spending two weeks on Fifth Floor you are told to hurry and scrub for sponges in one of the rooms upstairs. First, the west room, where you learn Dad's technic, then to the .. , east to hustle along with Dr. Drury and Dr. Fletcher, and then to Seventh Floor with lop Harris. After shifting about for a week or two you are given a permanent position on sponges in one of the rooms which you hold for about two weeks. You are then put on ligatures. Oh! the uncertainty! 'l'rembling in your shoes you wonder what the surgeon will call for next. He is sure to ask for black silk at the most unexpected moment. Soon your nerves are quieted, and you can follow along to perfection-sometimes! How well you remember the day you scrubbed for a Cesarian, and all the doctors and nurses appeared from every unexpected corner to watch the unusual. Then those nights on Call-to be awakened at 3 a. m. by the old cry: lVe're operating right away! Get up! Hurry! There's no time to lose. You rush to the hospital at breakneck speed, and do your best to keep an appendix from bursting, or an intestine from rupturing- which would result in death. By this time you have reached the position of Senior Nurse or flunky -and also Senior on Call. After a long hard day, with no off-duty, and the thought of staying on duty until 9:30 or 10:00 p. m. to run supplies, you just have to do something to break the monotony, so you take this time to initiate the new girls into your circle. And the fun you have in seeing who could be the best surgeon-or who could give the best Anesthetic! After three months of hurry and scurry, with your heart always in yo11r mouth, wondering what is coming next, you are more than sorry to leave the Operating Room. Seventyrrme

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