Today started out as a normal day. We had a pacer case to replace a generator and a recalled Fidelis lead. I was scrubbing this one. My favorite doctor, a great patient, and a terrific team in the lab. YAY!
The leads were buried in scar tissue. It took FOREVER to get them freed up. We passed a new lead, and just as I turned to the back table to grab the 0 ethibond…..
My pants fell down.
Now, I was wearing lead and a sterile gown, but I felt the waist of the scrubs hit my knees and reflexively planted my feet far apart to make sure the pants didn’t hit the floor. It was breezy. I looked down and I had six inches of pants hanging over the ends of my shoes, so this situation had apparently been brewing for a while. I spent the rest of the case in a half-split, attempting to keep my dignity,and sweating.
The Doc never figured it out.
After Doc scrubbed out, I stood there for a moment trying to figure out what the hell to do. My pants were OFF and my BUTT was hanging out. The only thing between the world and my dignity was a sterile gown and a lead kilt. <and underpants, obviously!>
So i sidled behind the hazardous trash can, and did what any all-american girl would do. I yanked my sterile gown up to my waist and stuffed two bloody gloves under the kilt to pull the pants up. Because I would rather be infected than naked in front of my coworkers, a doc, and a medtronic rep.
Just another EP day. Blood washes off pretty easily.
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