Good evening all,
At the weekend I got to talking with my friend and ex colleague of many years.
We both trained together as enrolled nurses,more like the equivalent of the trained nurses aide in the U.S.A.
We both went on to become Registered General nurses at the same time, back in 1981.
As we sipped our coffees in the local shop we frequent on a Saturday morning, I asked her about her memories of when she was a paediatric nurse at the same hospital that I still work in.
She re-laid the tale of her colleague Elspeth who ran the children's Head and Neck division.
This particular morning was the day for the removal of tonsils and adenoids.
She had clerked all the ten patients in and first on the list was a fifteen year old young lady. She was showered,dressed in the theatre gown, and had been given her pre-medication. She lay in her bed ready for theatre. As the head nurse passed by her bed she thought she looked a little scared which was not unusual. What was unusual was the sudden dash the lass made out of bed,down the corridor and out into the car park. Elspeth, said nurse, took off after her and eventually caught her up. You can imagine the scene as the race took place, with a deluge of open mouthed onlookers watching events unfold.
The day did have a happy/unhappy ending as the girl was persuaded to return to the ward and went through with the surgery, latterly complaining of how sore her throat was, and how she wished she had got away and not had it done at all.