I’m just a recovering attorney, not a physician, but I’m reasonably sure that one of the principles embedded in the medical profession’s Hippocratic Oath is “first, do no harm”. (Many in the legal profession, if asked to draft a similar oath for lawyers, might propose something along the lines of “first, rack up some billable hours".) As a veteran patient, I must say that this aspect of the Oath sometimes manifests itself in strange ways.
One of my indelible memories about the kickoff of my first round of biochemotherapy treatment is that the nurses, who charged in locked and loaded with multiple IV bags of pharmaceutical concoctions with seriously toxic and potentially fatal side effects, were completely gowned, gloved, masked, etc. As you might expect, I was a bit nervous about the treatment regimen I was about to begin. So, my smart-ass lawyer mouth just had to blurt out “so what’s with the hazmat suits”? The nurse-in-charge’s response was to point to one particular bag and explain that if she got any of that on her it would eat her flesh. And this stuff is about to be mainlined into my bloodstream for the next several days? Yikes. I was so very relieved that the folks who’d installed the infusion line a couple of hours earlier had been so diligent in thoroughly cleaning and disinfecting the insertion site of that line.
Has anyone else experienced such a Hippocratic disconnect?