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In the main entrance to the Main O.R., the doors open and close all day long. Sometimes it is housekeeping and other times a gurney comes flying through with someone straddling a patient hammering on their chest as they race to a room. People just step to the side, kinda like an ambulance racing down a street and cars pulling over.
Twenty rooms and ten nurses. Not really ten nurses, but we are typically short staffed with the amount of procedures done on a daily basis.
Nurses will hop from room to room, depending on what's happening in the various rooms, usually based on need. Obviously a trauma case will require more hands than a minor procedure. That and everyone wants in on a bigger and better procedure.
Room one through ten are usually the smaller, less invasive surgeries. There is all the same equipment in each room, various ages and conditions. However, most surgeons request certain rooms; and then there are the ones who won't do surgery unless they are in a specific room. Unfortunately the O.R. doubles as a daycare.
Rooms eleven through seventeen are for more involved surgeries like cardio, neuro, and transplants. There is also a lot of ortho procedures and there is typically lots of blood to hose down after most of those surgeries. There are often wagers on how much blood Dr. Callen can get on the windows. Anything to pass the time, I guess.
Room eighteen and nineteen are typically held for emergency cases, trauma; basically people who are fucked up or in deep shit.
Last, room twenty. This is where we do the procedures that are extremely long, involve more than one service like a free flap. A free flap requires plastics, oto, dental, and whatever other service wants to pick away at the patient. It is not as bad as it sounds; quite frankly it looks like a cheap horror movie.
Not a lot of excitement, just a lot of busy work, everyday run of the mill slice 'em and dice 'em.
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