Gas inductions can be overwhelming.
Put that plastic mask on your face, restrict your vision, smell that beach ball scent, count back from ten. See, it's easy! There's nothing to be scared of.
Well, there isn't for us since we get to do it every day from the other side of the mask.
We can never take the fear away completely. You have a right to your fear. It's normal. It's healthy. What we can do is show you that WE aren't afraid. It's alright for you to be afraid, since we are here to take care of you. So how can we lighten the mood? Why, with a joke of course...
Youngling Zed comes in; bit scared of needles, bit intimidated by all the people in scrubs, bit scared of going to sleep, bit scared of waking up too early, bit worried it's going to hurt, frankly just a bit scared.
Out the gate I take a swing with a few oldie but goldies,
What do you call an alligator in a vest?
An in-vest-igator
a few chuckles, but we're still quite tense. The mask goes on, laughing gas has started.
What do you call a three-legged donkey?
A Wonkey
'Oh no. That one is pretty terrible', Zed is now happy to inform me. There's a grin coming on now. "I'd be careful if I were you, Zed is a joke enthusiast." Parent chimes in.
What do you call a dinosaur with no eyes?
Do-you-think-he-saurus?
"That's not a good joke!" Zed states. Head starting to sway, eyes getting heavy.
"This is a good joke... What kind of Bees produce milk?"
There's a pause for a massive yawn and the head firmly plonks back on the pillow.
"What kind of bees, Zed?" Parent asks
A giggle "Boo-bees!"
Annnnnnnd, we're out. Parent is furiously shocked. An exclamation of "ZED!" in a higher pitched tone.
"There we go, we're asleep now. Steal a kiss and we'll look after your little one while you get a cuppa tea."
Parent leans in, kisses a cheek and whispers, "When you wake up, we're going to have words."
Out they go with the ward nurse putting a gentle hand on their back saying how well Zed did.
The doors close. SpO2 probe goes on and we prepare for cannulation when the anaesthetic consultant stops to chuckle and shake his head.
"..Boo-bees."
Put that plastic mask on your face, restrict your vision, smell that beach ball scent, count back from ten. See, it's easy! There's nothing to be scared of.
Well, there isn't for us since we get to do it every day from the other side of the mask.
We can never take the fear away completely. You have a right to your fear. It's normal. It's healthy. What we can do is show you that WE aren't afraid. It's alright for you to be afraid, since we are here to take care of you. So how can we lighten the mood? Why, with a joke of course...
Youngling Zed comes in; bit scared of needles, bit intimidated by all the people in scrubs, bit scared of going to sleep, bit scared of waking up too early, bit worried it's going to hurt, frankly just a bit scared.
Out the gate I take a swing with a few oldie but goldies,
What do you call an alligator in a vest?
An in-vest-igator
a few chuckles, but we're still quite tense. The mask goes on, laughing gas has started.
What do you call a three-legged donkey?
A Wonkey
'Oh no. That one is pretty terrible', Zed is now happy to inform me. There's a grin coming on now. "I'd be careful if I were you, Zed is a joke enthusiast." Parent chimes in.
What do you call a dinosaur with no eyes?
Do-you-think-he-saurus?
"That's not a good joke!" Zed states. Head starting to sway, eyes getting heavy.
"This is a good joke... What kind of Bees produce milk?"
There's a pause for a massive yawn and the head firmly plonks back on the pillow.
"What kind of bees, Zed?" Parent asks
A giggle "Boo-bees!"
Annnnnnnd, we're out. Parent is furiously shocked. An exclamation of "ZED!" in a higher pitched tone.
"There we go, we're asleep now. Steal a kiss and we'll look after your little one while you get a cuppa tea."
Parent leans in, kisses a cheek and whispers, "When you wake up, we're going to have words."
Out they go with the ward nurse putting a gentle hand on their back saying how well Zed did.
The doors close. SpO2 probe goes on and we prepare for cannulation when the anaesthetic consultant stops to chuckle and shake his head.
"..Boo-bees."
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