This evening we went to an open house of the new hospital for the staff. It was really nice to see how well designed it is, and with state of the art technology, including the largest operating room in Idaho. Pretty cool for a small little town.
As we were through, we met up with one of the other ER PAs, and were shortly joined by the nursing director of surgical services. He offered to give our little group of 3 a tour of the surgical and Emergency Room areas, and as he walked he did a good job of giving us a vision of what was going to be in each room.
We were at one of the sterilizers when he turned to me and said, "This will be interesting to
you. It's like the biggest dishwasher ever made."
Seriously? I didn't know whether I should laugh or put a vacant expression on my face, pick my nose, and flick a booger on him. Of
course dishwashing would be highly interesting to me, because I was obviously a mom, as evidenced by the 3 year old whose hand I was holding, and the 1 year old in the other arm, who was slowly saturating it with pee. Moms must love doing dishes...that's why they stay home, because the dishes are home too. Other things are home too, like laundry, cooking, and children's body fluids that have this nasty habit of escaping from time to time.
It really took me off guard, because I've never seen myself that way. I see myself as someone who sacrificed finishing nursing school to put my husband through PA school by being a CNA (huge step down). Someone who stays home with those sweet little kids as a choice, because I can teach them and love them better than a stranger can. Someone who discusses medicine, treatment, current events, finance, economics, philosophy, religion, politics, and construction with my husband, just to name a few of the topics we usually hit during the day.
But I guess I can't be too hard on that guy. Maybe he discusses dish washing with his wife when he goes home.