Okay, I know I've often said the little classic is a handy tool to have. But this morning was...well, classic.
My right foot was pretty broken up back in my army days, on a construction site. I was in the army engineers. We were laying a pipeline to connect the army heliport with the Bexar country water and sewer line. In a accident, I ended up with a large concrete sewer pipe dropping on my foot. They did a pretty decent job of patching me up at the Brooke Army Medical center there at Fort Sam Houston. Fast forward 40 years, and arthritis in the original damage sight has to be taken care of. Okay, no problemo.
Karen and I get down there at 6AM, and and by 7AM they have me prepped and ready in a waiting room. A young guy comes in and introduces himself as Jason, the anesthesia assistant. His job is to get the IV in me, and start a saline drip, so they can pump in the sleepy juice when they get me in the OR. Jason is going about his business, and he goes to snip off the end of a plastic thing, and there's no scissors in the room. Every room is supposed to have all the same stuff in them, but somebody jacked the scissors. He appologizes, and says he'll be right back, he has to find some scissors.
Karen has all my pocket stuff in her purse from when I changed into one of those dammed backless gowns, and she tells Jason to hang on a second, and digs into her purse.
"Here, will this do" she asks him. She's holding out my little red classic with the scissors blade open. Jason looks a little dubious, and tells her he needs really sharp scissors to cut the plastic thing. Karen tells him they are very sharp.
Jason takes them, and snips off what he had to, and utters a statement of surprise at how they went right through the clear plastic tube thing.
"Wow, you were right, these little suckers are sharp!"
Karen's looking at me with that look. Yeah, I know, it's the right thing to do.
"Look Jason, why don't you keep it, put it on your I.D. card neck chain. That way you'll always have some small but really sharp scissors on hand."I tell him."
"Oh, I couldn't take your pocket knife!. No way man."
I make it clear to him that's it's a small low cost sak from Walmart at all of 8.95, and I want to give it to him for slipping the main I.V. into the back of my hand so smoothly. I convince him to take it. He's so thrilled that he puts it on his neck bead chain that holds his photo I.D. around his neck.
They wake me up and hour and a half later, foot in bandages and tell me to be back next Wednesday for post op follow up.
I'd like to think a little classic helped make it possible for a young guy Jason to get it done.
Carl.
My right foot was pretty broken up back in my army days, on a construction site. I was in the army engineers. We were laying a pipeline to connect the army heliport with the Bexar country water and sewer line. In a accident, I ended up with a large concrete sewer pipe dropping on my foot. They did a pretty decent job of patching me up at the Brooke Army Medical center there at Fort Sam Houston. Fast forward 40 years, and arthritis in the original damage sight has to be taken care of. Okay, no problemo.
Karen and I get down there at 6AM, and and by 7AM they have me prepped and ready in a waiting room. A young guy comes in and introduces himself as Jason, the anesthesia assistant. His job is to get the IV in me, and start a saline drip, so they can pump in the sleepy juice when they get me in the OR. Jason is going about his business, and he goes to snip off the end of a plastic thing, and there's no scissors in the room. Every room is supposed to have all the same stuff in them, but somebody jacked the scissors. He appologizes, and says he'll be right back, he has to find some scissors.
Karen has all my pocket stuff in her purse from when I changed into one of those dammed backless gowns, and she tells Jason to hang on a second, and digs into her purse.
"Here, will this do" she asks him. She's holding out my little red classic with the scissors blade open. Jason looks a little dubious, and tells her he needs really sharp scissors to cut the plastic thing. Karen tells him they are very sharp.
Jason takes them, and snips off what he had to, and utters a statement of surprise at how they went right through the clear plastic tube thing.
"Wow, you were right, these little suckers are sharp!"
Karen's looking at me with that look. Yeah, I know, it's the right thing to do.
"Look Jason, why don't you keep it, put it on your I.D. card neck chain. That way you'll always have some small but really sharp scissors on hand."I tell him."
"Oh, I couldn't take your pocket knife!. No way man."
I make it clear to him that's it's a small low cost sak from Walmart at all of 8.95, and I want to give it to him for slipping the main I.V. into the back of my hand so smoothly. I convince him to take it. He's so thrilled that he puts it on his neck bead chain that holds his photo I.D. around his neck.
They wake me up and hour and a half later, foot in bandages and tell me to be back next Wednesday for post op follow up.
I'd like to think a little classic helped make it possible for a young guy Jason to get it done.
Carl.
Last edited:
Hope your foot heals up okay.
Just don't let those pills override your love of life and knives. 4 weeks off a foot can really set you back. Try to stay active any way you can.
