fawlty towers

The hospital I am based in really does remind me of fawlty towers...especially the operating theatre. There's even a little man who runs around like Manuel! The other day was a classic. We were watching a caesarian when there was a power cut. The generator kicked in but it's a little dodgy so there was a few minutes of disco lighting. Then the surgeon wacked his head on the operating table light. This was quickly followed by a ten minute "domestic" - never have a huband/wife team operating at the same time - disasterous...she gave him a right good bollocking! Just behind where we stand are the light switches so when you're feeling bit tired and you lean against the wall, off go the lights (thankfully not me but the other volunteer). The lady Dr is not too careful where she drops the blood soaked gauze and more often than not doesn't hit the bin. She got a good aim with the placenta, but it made a bit of a splash. There's a cuckcoo clock on the wall and mobile phones always provide regular musical accompanyment. When the operation was over and we'd finally got past a fit of the giggles we were offered a cup of tea. Very civilised you might think, but unfortunately the thermos was right next to a pot of entrails ... I gave it a miss!