1. Stairway to Perdition: Part 2: Francesca


    Date: 11/13/2016, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: B0swell0x, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    to the next room. ”Let’s see how this one goes.” The patient was a charming elderly lady. This time the tray arrived correctly set out. However, looking at her arm Drew could see the lady had small spidery veins. Compared to Mr Cook’s forearm pipe work, this was a delicate tracery. Undeterred, he put his new band on and asked the patient to open and close her fist a few times. Taking his time, he gently massaged her veins so that they filled and swelled up to a more visible size. Nevertheless, directly injecting into one of these very fine, fragile looking blood vessels with a large syringe sporting a big needle risked a serious, and possibly very painful, leak of fluid into the surrounding tissues. “Can I have a butterfly, please?” he asked Julia, who had stayed in the room. She nodded in silent agreement. The radiographer working this room darted out, and almost instantly came back with a little package. Inside it was a fine flexible plastic tube about nine inches long. At one end of this tubing was a female socket designed to fit onto the syringe’s outlet spigot in place of the needle. At other end, there was a fine metal needle securely welded into the plastic wall of the tube. Surrounding this joint were two plastic wings, which when folded up together, allow the operator sufficient to insert the needle point into a vein. Then, after insertion when the wings are opened, they are taped to the patient’s skin so that the needle will stay still. In this way the needle is ...
    much less likely to damage the vessel when it deflates after the band is taken off in order to restore the circulation. Drew deftly inserted the butterfly needle into a prominent, but nevertheless very fragile, vein. As he held the needle in place with his thumb, the radiographer taped the wings down to secure it. Drew then, very slowly and gently, emptied the syringe into the tiny vein. “Very sensible approach, well done with that,” Julia congratulated him. “They don’t come much harder than that one. The number of battered and bruised arms I have seen at the hands of some of your predecessors beggars belief. Keep that up and we shall get along fine.” “Thank-you,” said Drew, smiling internally at that, with a little hint of triumph. With no further ado, he left the X-Ray Department, and went down to the male nurses changing rooms in the basement for a quick shower. Fortunately the area was deserted as he was really trespassing a bit; such were the territorial imperatives of the different professional tribes in those days. Refreshed after a blast of cold water, he next went up to the wards to take the day’s outstanding blood samples for pathology tests. This daily routine took a couple of hours during which his pager mercifully left him alone. When all the samples had been taken, labelled, and placed in the ward collection box, he sat down in the “Women’s Surgical” ward sister’s office to read the nursing Kardex and catch up on his patients. Sister Elizabeth “Liz” Appleyard who ...
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