Ask, Believe, Receive

Yesterday I was on First Call for the main Operating Room at my hospital.

As I was going to sleep the on Saturday Night, Spirit (my Twin Flame--the 'mystery guest' as of late) asked me what I wanted for Sunday?

I thought and came up with this:

• I want a nice day with nice cases and good people to work with.
• I want to sleep at night.
• I want to eat meals and not go hungry.
• I want to understand how we 'met' in our last incarnation together
• I want to get my presents wrapped, the most important ones I had to do (from 'Santa')

And I forgot about it.

This morning when I woke up after not being called in through the night…my Twin Flame smiled as I made the following 'connections':

• On the way to work, He showed me how I was younger than him, and always sought him out for one reason or another. We grew up together, and I was about five years younger than him. We were 'promised' together but didn't know it. We were the same culture and therefore the same 'religion' as it were. He showed me our 'arranged first meeting'.  : ))) And it blossomed from there.
• Very easy cases all through the day with my favorite people to work with--favorite lady surgeon, favorite circulating nurse, favorite scrub tech, favorite PACU…favorite gastroenterologist, and a surgeon who had once been my anesthesia student but left to go into surgery.
• There was a gap before the last add-on, I ate salad.
• I had to drop off some editing work at my favorite restaurant, Au Lac. I went there at the end of the day, and had a tostada (it's vegan).
• Sleepiness overcame me on my way home. I'm not sure why. I rested on the couch as soon as I came home. Mom woke me up at five, but kept the call short so I could rest. I was warm and cozy, and didn't realize I had slept most of the night. I woke up and changed out of my scrubs, and went to bed. This morning I was astonished that I had slept over twelve hours. Possibly fifteen. My Twin Flame said I had been catching up on lost sleep. He asked me in the morning, 'Do you feel groggy?' No. Not at all. I feel refreshed.
• There had been a lot of 'downloads' of energy as I rested on the couch. I could feel the tingling as it happened. I told my medical 'team' -- 'in the rafters' I appreciated their work. I asked if one day I could learn. I said, 'I want to learn to push the buttons'. And they CRACKED UP. They knew I push an awful lot of buttons a day in my work, and that to me, medicine involves not just the science and the drugs but a lot of equipment too. (I make them laugh all the time. They find my thinking very unconventional and most refreshing.)
• My Twin invited me to Where He Sits 'on board' ship. He asked me if I wanted to push The Big Button with him. I saw it, again big and red, with a ring of silver metal around it. This one was different from the one I did last week (two throws of the levers like an old movie, then the red one). This had some safety device on it that was plastic and had to be unlocked. It took my whole right hand to push it. He put his hand on mine, and we 'sandwiched' our hands as we pushed. I didn't see anything happen except a bunch of lights flashing down below. They were beautiful. But then I was 'gone' and don't recall anything else.

Today I asked to do the following things:

• Pay my taxes (I do quarterly) and figure out my health insurance (I lost coverage).
• Wrap the other presents.
• Relax.
• Bake sugar cookies with my son and decorate them.
• Have a nice breakfast, lunch and dinner at home.
• Figure out who is going to watch my son over winter break (he doesn't like day care).
• Watch a nice movie, a Christmas one, with my boy tonight.

Oh, and one last thing--here is a pasta recipe you might like to try. I made it on Saturday, and really liked it.

Meyer's Lemon-Ricotta Pasta:

• Roast 1 bunch of broccoli, all cut up, including stalk. Ten minutes each side at 400F. Be sure to drizzle olive oil on it. Turn at ten minutes. Watch close, mine got a little too 'done'.
• Take 3/4 cup ricotta cheese, add juice and 'zest' of one fresh Meyer Lemon. Stir well.
• Boil 'fresh pasta' like fettucini. (Mine STUCK. I'd do regular pasta, the hard kind, next time).
• Save the pasta water.
• Mix hot pasta with about 1/4 cup of the ricotta mixture, to coat.
• Add the broccoli and the rest of the mixture to the pasta, stir well and serve in big pasta bowl. If it comes a little 'thick' add a little pasta water to the mixture to 'thin' it. Add as much as it takes to make it the consistency you wish...
• Salt and pepper to taste.
• Serves two for main course, serves more for buffet.

(Here's where I got the recipe from--I wanted to just link to it but it's not up. http://www.farmfreshtoyou.com/recipes#tab-4)

Enjoy!

So tonight when you go to sleep, tell Spirit what YOU want for tomorrow. And forget about it. 

You might be surprised the next day what you asked for happened!

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

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Walk With Me: Supporting The Community With The O.R.

There is a fountain in the courtyard at the hospital I enjoy very much

When a surgeon 'takes call', all of the diseases and emergencies that present to the hospital through the Emergency Room are the 'on call surgeon's' responsibility. For example, a trauma surgeon would get any and all accidents that happen and are sent to the hospital by the ambulance and first response system. Any car accident (even an elderly wife  backing up over her husband), any penetrating trauma (gun and knife club), any major burn that requires hospitalization.

A vascular surgeon would get 'cold feet' that have 'limb threat' because there is no blood supply going to the leg (or sometimes arm), and emergency surgery is required to find some way to re-route the blood flow before the leg or arm 'dies' and 'gets gangrene'.

A urologist has several emergencies--priapism (look it up) and Fournier's Gangrene (overwhelming, 'flesh eating' bacterial infection of the 'saddle area'--typically seen in diabetics).

An orthopedic surgeon gets called in for serious broken bones that cannot wait. Open fracture (bone sticking out) has only six hours before infection sets in and has poor prognosis.

As you can imagine, there is work to keep neurosurgeons, general surgeons, otolaryngologists, urologists, and even sometimes plastic surgeons (ischemic or bleeding surgical sites) busy.

A surgeon who is on call never knows what they are going to get, what is going to walk in that door, and who is going to need their skills to 'take care of it'.

Neither does anesthesia or the Operating Room staff.

We take care of everyone who has surgery.

Let me repeat--anything that walks through that ER, rolls in on a gurney, or gets carried there by loved ones, who needs surgery, is the work of whoever is 'on call' for the O.R.

That means surgical technicians (scrub techs), nurses, and anesthesia.

We Know What To Do.

There is NOBODY else to help us when we are on call.

For example, when I am the anesthesiologist 'on call' for the main O.R. , when it comes to anesthesia needs, 'the buck stops here'. 

I do it all.

(The childbirth anesthesia is in a different part with a different person in charge of it. That one is 'the buck stops here' for all c-sections, epidurals, spinal headaches, and 'emergency intubations anywhere in the hospital'.)

The last time I took call I did ten cases in fifteen hours. One patient I did twice, once in GI lab, the other  time in the main O.R. I did two ninety-year-olds (one is enough to take years off your life in stress).

I did spinals and general anesthesia. I did patients laying on their back, their side, and their stomach while the surgeon worked.

I did the anesthetic for every kind of surgery we do.  I also had my phone on at home, just in case anything else came in through the night after I came home.

And I gave Reiki. In addition to everything else.

Just to let you know what it is like to 'walk with me'.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

my new shoes have the night sky on them

Post-Call Reiki

I am so tired right now I am nodding off. Yesterday I worked a twenty-four hour shift on Labor and Delivery. I adore working with the new mothers and their babies. It takes a lot out of you, however. And Reiki helps make the exhaustion of having not slept easier to manage.

I was responsible for the anesthesia care in the delivery of ten healthy singleton babies.  I inherited three at seven a.m. from the anesthesiologist who was on call the day before. I did a c-section using one of the epidurals on one of those patients.

I also trained/proctored a new hire, a delightful woman of thirty-eight who is just starting out. She and I have similar temperaments. I enjoy spending time with her. There is only one more epidural for her to do under observation, and then she is in the O.R. on duty rotations like the rest of the team.

It is hard not to have a little time to squirrel away to the call room in the day. I like to relax and store up reserve energy for the night. I excused myself at two. I have to be careful in the call room. I can't leave all my stuff out. I have a my Reiki Doll Annie, for sending distance Reiki. I have my pendulum Porphy (I name them), my journals, my book I am writing...all would not be understood by a colleague who would happen to walk in. Or even a cleaning lady.

Speaking of the cleaning lady, Maria, my second mom-seriously-caught me in the hall. 'Are you in today? Was that your underwear? Did you see it? It was in the bed?' I was like, 'WHAT?!?'.

Sure enough, she had moved it. A pair of tighty whities, soiled with a brown stain, and a tee shirt. She had seen the guy on call with his girlfriend in the patio while he was on call. Were they having sex in the call room? we wondered together, Maria and me. What should we do with it? You know what we did? Put it in a pillowcase and stuck it in the file folder for billing slips for that doctor!

No wonder why the other OB anesthesiologist had noticed the smell of urine in one of the pillows and thrown it out!

The day was full of the bizarre, the unexpected, the humorous-if-you-look-for-it.

And there were the miracles. Some of the ones that made me cry almost in front of the patient was the patient saying thank you to the nurse for suggesting the epidural even though the husband was pushing the natural childbirth thing and she was ready to bail...seeing the joy on a new mom's face in post-partum when I went to check on her the next day...the baby RN sharing her stories with me about growing up in Vancouver...and the OB whose mom had seven miscarriages before successfully carrying her a to pre-term (35 weeks) and her brother to term births.

Everyone says, 'Rest up, have a good day' when I am leaving the hospital. I do not have the luxury to do that. The car is six-hundred miles past the service due. I have an appointment. I have to go. I also am getting my hair styled for the first time in six months, due to my tight schedule. Tonight, I would like to go to swim lessons to watch the progress of my kids (usually Dad takes them and I work).

When can I rest? In little spurts here and there. When can I shower? Hopefully before swimming so I won't stink!

Where is the Reiki? It was there every minute since the time I showed up to work yesterday. It was there when I gave Reiki and the transition symbol while holding the mother's hand during four c-sections. It was the patience when I had to replace epidurals that were malfunctioning twice. It was the humility in having to accept ruffles potato chips and onion dip at the nurses' station as my breakfast because there was no time for anything else. It was the post-partum charge nurse who made me a cup of the vietnamese coffee we have on L&D because she saw how sleepy I was from a hard case. It was the facebook post of NAMASTE from my childhood friend as I walked down the hall in the wee hours to go put another epidural into a technically challenging obese parturient (woman in labor). It was the text I sent to a friend whose house had been robbed, offering to replace any jewelry that her deceased son had given her if it had been stolen, not that it would be the same, but to let her know I love her and that everything would be all right. It was her post on her page, that 'God had shown her that which could not be taken away by robbers--the kindness and love of family and friends' in gratitude for my offer, which she declined because there was only one necklace from her boy, and that she never takes it off...

Reiki is in the writing I had to do before driving to the car appointment. Before feeding the pets. Before eating myself. I love it more than I admit, this connection I have through Reiki to all of you. I adore being here to guide you, and to console you, to inform you, and to simply wait together for the changes that are going to arrive on Earth.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc