I was spaying a puppy. Kelly was running anesthesia. In the flickering moments between light and dark, I thought through every aspect of anesthesia. Some of the monitoring would not work, and the fluids would stop running, but the anesthesia machine, thankfully, would continue to work.
The rest of the team ran to find flashlights. I held the hemostats and the tissues between them steady in the darkness until they returned. They turned on the two flashlights and held them at the angles the surgery lights had just been.
We finished surgery.
It was...otherwise...uneventful. Puppy woke up fine and is living happily ever after, as are all of us who were there that day.
ONE YEAR AGO
TWO YEARS AGO