My Medical Plastics

by Cowboy Bob Sorensen 

First, a bit of history. It has been two years (11 August 2023) since I had triple-bypass open-heart surgery. I finally got home on the nineteenth or so and was going to write about all the plastics involved in my hospital stay. (None of the medical personnel referenced Darwin in my hearing.) My wife suddenly died 20 September and I had many things to deal with. Legal and emotional matters, post-operative brain fog coupled with grief fog... writing that article was not important, but I will do something with it now.

Some of my medical plastics, image by Cowboy Bob Sorensen
There are various kinds of plastics all over the place. I disremember what all is on the table with my eBook reader (in the red, black, and gray cover, and it has metal and plastic components), but the small water pitcher and cups are discernable. Mayhaps the tube trailing off the bottom of the picture was connected to me.

I was taken off guard by the entire experience, and even though nurses and others try, modesty — fuggedaboudit! There was going to be a good article about that, but it got destroyed. It was going to include a joke: "I was naked in front of three hot babes."... "Those were nurses who have seen it all and were just doing the jobs." In fact, I asked and was told yes, they've seen it all and focus on the task at hand.

Medical plastics - bodily fluids
Going back to trauma times gets me feeling a bit lightheaded even after two years.

Restroom-going was a project. Yes, I had a gravy boat (what I called the plastic urinal because of an online joke), but to get to the room itself involved bringing the IV pole and monitor and several of those boxes used for drainage. That stuff came along on the journey. The phrase"Exchanging bodily fluids" could involve trading containers.

I asked a nurse and was told that they do not recycle the plastics. Before people clutch their pearls, they should study on it a spell. When dealing with medical conditions, illnesses, surgeries, and so on, microbes are involved. Contamination. Biohazards. It's not like washing out a jug and using it again later, not hardly! Those containers get destroyed for the most part.

So, in both literal and figurative senses, I was quite attached to plastics. Medical science relies heavily on them to help them keep people alive, and I testify that God guided the hands of the surgeon and the medical personnel to hooked me up.

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