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Medical Tables

To a lot of us in the medical fetish world, and even the BDSM world in general, there is a great appreciation for medical tables for oh so many reasons. I think the medical appeal to the medical fetishist is obvious. To the average kinkster, bondage fan, etc… I think they offer a way to get a patient or sub restrained in a way that can be incredibly restrictive and comfortable for extended periods of time. I’m not sure how many of you have ever done much with long-term restraint but for me it’s something that’s only feasibly if I, as the patient, am comfortable otherwise it’s a losing battle. I’ve gotten together some of my favorite medical tables and wanted to share why I think they would be perfect. As always I am looking for some great feedback from all of my friends and readers.

    This has always been one of my favorites. The fact that it has the large basin and drain attached means it is perfect for those of us interested in enemas and douching. It’s got an adjustable back which I feel is essential for finding the right spot for the patient to be reclined as though they’re not putting too much pressure on any one area of the body. The stirrups I have always felt help the long-term restraint by taking pressure off of the lower back and, when positioned properly, letting all pressure be taken off of the hips and muscles of the hips. That’s just an opinion though and I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on the pros and cons of stirrups. As for the arm boards… ultimate mobility with some heavy, heavy restraint options. You simple put the patient where everything feels comfortable to them, lock it down, and they are now stuck in that position that they chose.

My next pick is one that I think handles the patient comfort aspect in a little different direction. With a table like this there are so many choices of positioning. When the patient begins to tire they are able to be adjusted and moved so many different ways that it can be done without ever letting the patient out of the restraints. And mobility would only be granted at the doctor or nurses push of a button on the remote control.

I’ve often thought that birthing chairs must be the ultimate in comfort. They seem to be so adjustable. The fact that when a birthing mother is placed in the chair, she could be there for a long period of time leads me to believe that they must be padded very well. Again, the knee crutches here are one of the key aspects.

If the patient isn’t going to need to be in a laying down position and is simple going to spend a long time in restraints I’ve always thought a dental chair could serve that purpose. We all know how adjustable they are from our own dental experiences. And let’s face it… once they adjust the headrest properly it can be pretty damn comfortable. I’m undecided on if it needs straps or chain-based restraints like in this photo. I could see how the chains would allow the patient to have a little more flexibility yet still being heavily restrained. Since immobility is more difficult as stiffness sets into the muscles and joints then a system like this may give the patient just enough movement to help prolong the experience.

And last but not least you need a good way to transport your patient to and from the patient’s room to the surgical and treatment facilitates. The best way to handle that is with a good standard gurney. They’ve got attachment points all over for nice heavy leather restraints, they usually have sides that can be raised and lower… and when they’re raised they do give a nice “cage effect” when you’re lying flat on them. Restraints are key here and I do feel they should be leather, nylon, etc… as total immobilization must be the goal. Keeping the patient unable to thrash about is all about safety as they’ll be moving through the facility typically while being on the gurney.

April 16, 2011 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Early Morning Play Session

I sit here typing this listening to every creaky sound my red PVC catsuit makes as I type. It’s been ages since I’ve worn it. It has a sweet smell to it. One that reminds me of the years I’ve been wearing it yet the vinyl still smells brand new. It’s a bright, glossy, shiny red. So I must admit I look a little silly sitting here in my home office that’s very professionally appointed and furnished. Normally I close the doors to my office and I switch into my business professional mode for the rest of the day. But not today. As I pull off the second layer of latex gloves I have on, leaving just a thin pair of green nitrile gloves, to make it easier to type, it hits me that I should put down my thoughts on paper to share with all of you.

I woke up early for unknown reasons this morning. Sunlight was just breaking and I was lying in bed ready to get up and face the day. It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning with not a cloud in the sky. I took off the vinyl onesie I slept in last night and set it aside to dry off. My diaper was perfectly dry (they’re always dry… it’s not like I NEED to wear them) so I decided to leave it on. As I always do, I walked to the kitchen and made my oh-so-cherished first cup of coffee of the morning. I walked down the hall and up the stair to my beautiful office that sits off of the loft that overlooks my 2 ½ story great room where I normally spend my evenings. Though, off the other side of the loft is where my playroom is. I generically refer to it as my Operating Room or OR. It’s the room that I am going to one day have looking just like an old classic hospital OR. But that’s a blog for another day. As I walked through the doors to my office it hits me that I am just not ready to sit down for the day and get started. Hey, I’m the owner of this new company so I am allowed to make those kinds of decisions. I decide to head off to my playroom. I don’t have anything specific in mind to do so I just being like I do any solo session. That starts with getting dressed appropriately, in this case a rubber hospital exam gown, and strapping myself to my OR table. I can do the ankles and all of the body straps and still leave myself with one hand ready to undo it all. I use a quick-release clip on the leather cuff that normally adorns my right wrist when I am on the table. I decide on something simple today… just anal beads and some penis pumping. It’s complimented nicely when I crack open some nitrous canisters and breath them from the rebreathing bag on my anesthesia circuit. It’s not like we get at the dentist, but hey, whippets still have a major purpose in our world. I lie there just enjoying the gentle pressure from the pump, my eyes closed, breathing through he mask, just listening to my breath flowing through the tubes. It’s relaxing, serene, and peaceful. I think if it was in a different situation I could sleep. The nitrous starts to wear off and I get track of the time. It’s time to take the pump off and go sit down at the computer to get some work done. I decide against leaving the rubber gown on… It just can get too hot when you plan on wearing it for extended periods of time. So here I sit now then, the red catsuit in all it’s shiny glory, a comfy pair of large silicone anal beads, a nice tight and dry diaper, wondering if the world gets any better that it already is at this wonderful moment.

May 5, 2010 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

When Medical Fetish and Medical Reality Collide

So many of us that have such a deep interest in the medical world seem to have moments in their lives where the fetish and reality of medicine collide. For most of us maybe that’s the yearly trip to the doctor, or the semi-annual trip to the dentist. For others it’s something more involved and deep. The point is that I think we all go through moments where we have to draw a line between the two more than we normally would just to be able to navigate a difficult situation. This particular instance is happening with me today and involves a surgery my mother is undergoing at the moment.

Now, it’s a routine thing it seems like and the outcomes are expected to be great. But, you still have that generic fear of the unknown. She’s have a lumbar laminectomy, and I’m about 99% certain that I didn’t spell that correctly. Basically they are going to fix a very small amount of spinal stenosis in her spinal column that causes some constant pain in the back and hips and legs. From the clinician point-of-view it’s a 2 hour procedure, with 2 hours in the recovery room after, and then she’ll be admitted until the next day. After that she’s home and on “light duty” for about a month. She’s allowed to drive early next week and she’s allowed to navigate steps and such as soon as she feels comfortable enough to do so. Basically it’s one of those surgeries where everything post-op seems to be very calm and collected and simple to deal with.

The problem comes in when we all start to think about all of the pieces in medical fetish we hold near and dear to our hearts. As you imagine the anesthesia, the prep, the post-op, the recovery these are all things you tend to be familiar with in the research we’ve done and the information we share with others. So, the process itself isn’t daunting. It’s just that unknown fear of something in the back of your mind that makes your stomach all uncomfortable and your heart race with unknown stress. It’s at that moment when you see the beautiful nurse walking by in her blue scrubs and blue bouffant, neatly holding her long hair in place, that you have to remind yourself that you’re here for someone else and not just for your own “viewing pleasure” for lack of a better term.

I don’t want this blog to be a rant on being able to draw lines or even as one against the negative sides to the healthcare industry. Those of you who know me know that I spend a very big portion of my business life working in healthcare and see the good and bad sides. So if it was to be a rant about that, I could go on and on about all the things I think we could do to fix the system. Instead, I want to share this with you all as a journey to understand the inter working parts and pieces of the mind of someone like myself and how I draw the lines, etc… I, as always, would appreciate any possible feedback you could give.

The alarm starts ringing at 430 AM. I know I’ve got to get to my parent’s house by 6 to be able to get my mom to the hospital by 645. I assumed I would do my normal morning routine which consists of me hitting the snooze button 2 or 3 times so that I can gradually wake up over the next 30 minutes. Not today though, my mind is racing and my stomach feeling like there are things floating around in there. It quickly awakens me and I waste some time watching some cheesy movie on TV. I head into the bathroom as usual and take care of all of that… about 45 minutes later I’m in the car and headed down the road to my parent’s house. I am really not worried about anything specific that may happen to her. I am just worried about the situation in general. It’s more or less like some primal fear that humans have… being afraid of being afraid.

645 and we pull into the valet line at the hospital. Yes, valet parking… sooooooo handy when you own an enormous SUV that can have a hell of a time fitting into downtown Pittsburgh parking lots that weren’t built in the last 10-15 years. I will give this place credit that they do have the check-in process very streamlined. We head directly to the floor where they do all of the staging for ambulatory patients and within just a few moments we’re off to the waiting room. They call her name to head to the nurse’s station to get her room assignment for all of the pre-op. I’m told to check at the reception desk automatically in 15-20 minutes and they will send me back to see her. So far so good. I arrive in her room and am pleased to see that her surgeon’s assistant is already with her doing a preliminary exam before the surgery and asking all of those annoying medical questions. I swear they seem more like a social agenda than they do medically relevant. Was waiting for just one more person to ask her if she can get around on her own (she walked into the hospital) and who was taking her home since she was unaccompanied. That one was interesting since I was sitting there in the room and she had identified me as her son. But, alas, I agreed not to turn this into a rant.

Next thing we know they are sending someone in to do the next round of checks. Another nurse with another set of records and yet the same questions she’s been asked before. Now, I will rant just a tiny bit as this woman had absolutely ZERO patience for any humor and really no bedside manner at all. She didn’t identify herself, she didn’t say why she was asking all of the same questions again. The funny part begins when she starts going over the medication list. She’s reading the names off of her pretty white sheet in her nifty little organized binder that she’s got and I am starting to wonder if she’s even literate. My mom tells her, repeatedly, that everything she takes, other than one specific drug, is all taken in the evening at around 8 o’clock and that she DID take them all yesterday. Nope, didn’t matter, this woman kept asking and didn’t even pause when my mother and I were pointing out the absurdity. So, not taking done, god only knows what vault of endless paper it’s going into, and they literally run me out of the room to get her down to the OR. So yes, I was a little ticked off at that. This idiot probably was sitting at the desk eating her Splenda bulger wheat bran muffin (I’m guessing she seems so cold because she’s constipated) and drinking her triple venti, half-and-half, soy latte instead of making her morning rounds to get everyone checked in and moving. I definitely do not have patience for people that do not do their jobs at the speed and efficiency at which I feel I do my own.

It’s about 8 o’clock and I’ve worked my way back to the reception desk where they tell me what the procedure is. I need to be in their waiting room to make sure that I get the call from the doctor when he calls to say how the surgery went. Really? A call? A phone call? This jackass is cutting someone open and then doesn’t even have the decency to come talk to their family when he’s done? OK, no problem right? I’ve got my laptop and a book with me so I look in the waiting room… and yep, it’s filled, with all of the people that brought their extended families with them to wait for their particular family member. So why not head down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. They said I could do that within the first hour so hey, why not.

The world runs on Dunkin’ Doughnuts coffee. That’s what John Goodman tells us on their television and radio commercials. Well, if it runs on their coffee then I can say we have a world full of people out there who don’t know what coffee is. It was black, and it had a slight coffee flavor to it but, with the temperature that would be generated only by the big bang, it was less than appetizing. I pick up my book and start to read hoping to pass the time. Now, common sense will tell you that I am enjoying myself sitting there watching all of the lovely women in medical attire walking by. And that would be a correct assumption. Though, I am at that point where it feels just slightly odd as a positive feeling since I’m sitting here waiting for my mom (who’s clearly my best friend) in surgery.

I wrote this a few weeks ago and never got the chance to finish it. I decided not to finish it since then just because it would defeat the purpose of capturing the feeling at the time. I did just want to make the point though that a lot of the inexperienced folks out there think that medical fetish is as simple as “getting off” by visiting the doctor. That’s just not it at all… and I hope this blog helped some people see that we tend to draw a very clean line between the two.

September 24, 2009 Posted by | Fetish, Life | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Dental Anesthetic Adventure

It was 7.00 a.m. I rang the doorbell, after a few moments it was answered by a tall female figure. “Hello, I’m Dr. Hoffman -have you come from the agency?”, “Yes that’s right. My names Colin” , I replied. “Thanks for coming so early-we’ve got a busy day ahead of us, as we are the only dental surgery in town that still has the facility to use gas for extractions , we always appear to be fully booked”. I noticed that she had made the last remark with a crafty grin on her face. “Come in and I’ll show you around. I followed her along a hall and up a flight of stairs, the first area we came to was the reception area with a desk and a couple of telephones . We carried on through a pair of doors and she pointed out a room with a table with magazines and newspapers on it , with chairs arranged all around it. “That’s the waiting area for the normal dental surgery patients”, she said,” “There is another waiting room further on , that’s only in use when we are doing extractions.” As we continued down the corridor she pointed out where the dental surgeries were, I stuck my head around the door of one and saw the large leather covered dental chair with the large lamp above, all around was the usual paraphernalia for dental treatment, drills and mirrors and the mouthwash machine.

The dentist looked round to see what I was doing and said, “Come on I need to show you where you will be working today, we entered an area that had some gas cylinders sitting in a metal cage, “That’s the empties”, the dentist said, “As you can see we use a lot of gas here!”, she said with a smile, “now I asked for you to come in early so I could show what to do, I understand that according to the agency you have only assisted in surgeries where they used injections”, “That’s right Dr. Hoffman I have never assisted with gas before, and was very curious to see what was involved .” “Good the dentist said, I do like to use dental assistants who show an interest in the job, now first of all I need you to change into the surgical clothing that anyone working in the extraction room has to wear, now you will find a small room opposite the waiting room, in there you will find a locker with the clothing in, there are also some red rubber aprons could you please bring them with you as well, I think it likely that we will be needing them!. I found the changing room and sure enough there was the locker, I opened it and looked inside, I could see a dark green gown one of the kind that fastens around the back, just like what the surgeons wear also there was a pair of large white rubber Wellington boots with a large label stuck on one side that said `anti-static`, I had soon changed into the gown and boots ,and remembering what the dentist had asked picked up the red rubber aprons as well, and carried them out to the hall way, I could hear a loud noise coming through from an open door that I had not noticed before, I entered the room and there was Dr. Hoffman. I quickly realized that I was in the extraction room , I could see the large chair , but instead of being covered in leather it looked like it was covered in rubber, it certainly smelled like it! “There you are”, Dr. Hoffman said ” I was wondering where you were. As you can see I have been getting things ready in here ,let me take those rubber aprons and I’ll hang them up until their needed”, she took the aprons from my hands and proceeded to hang them up on a hook on the wall, ” We use the aprons partly to protect us, but also we use one on the patient as a form of restraint, as you have discovered they are quite long and very heavy, not all patients look forward to having their teeth taken out under gas, in fact some even try to struggle and get away!, at that I was suddenly transported back to being a small child of 7 years old and struggling to get away from the nasty dentists wearing rubber who wanted to force me to go to sleep- as you can imagine I wasn’t very keen on the idea!.

I shuddered at the memory of that event and my reaction was noticed by the dentist, she smiled and said ” I see you know what I mean”, I simply nodded in reply. ” I always like my surgery assistants to know firsthand what to expect as regards the gas anesthetic, that way it is easier for you to comfort the patient and put them at ease before the gas anesthetic is started”, I wondered what she meant `first hand`, but I soon found out. The dentist continued “I want you to give permission for me to give you a gas anesthetic!”, I was shocked when I heard this, I hadn’t expected this and at first was very reluctant to agree but after a few minutes , I could see how it would make things easier for the patient if I knew what to expect during a gas anesthesia and so eventually I agreed. “Good”, said Dr. Hoffman with a smile, “We have an hour and half or so , so we can take our time, you haven’t eaten anything since midnight have you?, I did ask the agency to tell you, it’s very important .” I remembered the agency telling me not to eat and had not done so even though I was starving!, ” No Doctor I haven’t eaten. “Good then we can begin, make yourself comfortable in the chair and I will bring through the anesthetic machine from the store room, I tell you what, why don’t I give you one of the rubber aprons to wear that way you will know what it is like for the patient when they have to wear one”, how thoughtful I thought to myself putting me in the position of the patient. The dentist walked over to the hook and picked up one of the red rubber aprons, and with a loud rustling sound, shook the apron and proceeded to put it over me, the apron was indeed long it reached down over my body and down past knees. “Are you comfortable?”, the dentist asked, I nodded yes “Good I’ll go and fetch the gas machine”, the dentist walked out of the room and left me sitting in the chair, covered with a heavy rubber apron waiting for her to return . After a brief delay I could hear the dentist returning, but at the same time could hear a loud metallic clanking sound , all of a sudden the dentist appeared in the open door way pulling behind her a large metallic trolley, that must be the gas machine I thought, I could see a row of cylinders on either side , one side the cylinders were colored light blue and on the other side they were black with a white band around the top, I could vaguely make out some other things but my attention was drawn to the mass of black rubber tubing which came out of the top of the machine and behind, they looked like coiled snakes just before they strike I thought.

As the dentist pushed the gas machine nearer said,” I will position the gas machine in front of you that, way you can see what I will be doing when I give you the gas anesthetic , also it will allow you to familiarize yourself with the relevant components of the apparatus.”. She started to point out the main parts of the gas machine- the cylinders contained two different gases, the oxygen was stored in the black and white collared cylinders and the nitrous oxide which was the gas I will be given to put me to sleep were stored in the light blue cylinders .The dentist also pointed out the flow meters, there were 3 of them arranged in 3 vertical metallic gauges and as she showed me, as the gas flow was increased a black thin rod would appear in the gauge to show the percentage of gas flow. I was shown the glass bottle which contained a powerful liquid anesthetic called ether, this was used to keep the patient asleep for longer duration procedures , but Dr. Hoffman said that I wouldn’t be getting any . I was relieved to hear that as having heard about ether from relatives who had been given it to put them to sleep for surgical operations in hospital ,they told me how it’s strong , overpowering smell caused them to panic and struggle.

Dr. Hoffman continued to show me the gas machine ,she showed me the flat rubber bag what was called a reservoir bag and told me that when a patient breathed in or out ,the bag would mirror the action that way the doctor giving the anesthetic could see if there were any problems with the patients breathing. Finally she showed me the breathing circuit, she pulled out the two black rubber tubes from behind the machine, at the end where the ends of the two rubber tubes met I could see that they fitted onto a metallic Y shaped adaptor at one end was a rotary valve, which when turned would allow the flow of gas to the mask, underneath the adaptor I could see a plain piece of circular metal, ” That’s where the mask fits on, here let me show you,”, she leant over to the back of the machine to a small tray on top, she picked up a black rubber facemask and with a slight squeak fitted it onto the adaptor, ” I’ll be using this full face mask to give you the anesthetic, it’s designed to fit over both your nose and mouth, but usually I would use a nasal mask”, she leant over again to the tray and picked up a smaller mask, I could see that there were two thin rubber tubes one either side, leading away from the mask for approx 2 feet into a circular metallic adaptor which could be fitted onto the larger mask fitting as well.

Having told me all that I should know about the gas machine, Dr. Hoffman asked “Are you ready for me to begin your gas anesthetic?”, “Yes doctor”, I replied “OK then here we go, now because it’s just you and me after I have placed the mask on your face and made sure that it’s comfortable I will be using a head harness to keep it in position, that way it will be easier for me to keep an eye on the machine adjustments as I give you the gas”, she leant over the machine and came back holding a large odd shaped piece of black rubber, it was triangular shaped but had a strip of rubber coming out at each point, each strip was about 10 inches long and had a number of holes along it’s length. She asked me to lean my head forward so that she could place the harness in position, I did so and could feel the harness being placed behind my head. “Right I think every things ready here”, she remarked.

Now I’m going to begin with just the oxygen, that way it will you a chance to get used to the mask over your face, she turned to the machine and picked up the black rubber face mask, as she brought the mask closer to my face I could see the two rubber tubes going from the mask to the gas machine, sway with the movement, all of a sudden the mask was there in front of my face, I could look into it’s deep confines and just make out the hole from where the gas would come through , also I could smell the rubber of the mask, strong but at the same time strangely pleasant. “Ready?”, asked the dentist and so I replied that I was as ready as I would ever be!, the black rubber mask came ever closer until it was actually touching my face, “Is it comfortable ?”,she asked and I nodded that it was OK, she smiled and said “Right now you are going to feel some pressure on your face as I connect the head harness ,just try to relax and breathe normally, as I breathed in and out I could hear my breaths echoing in the mask and the tubes leading back to the gas machine, I could also see the rubber reservoir bag responding to my breathing.. in out, in and out, the pressure on my face suddenly increased as the harness was fixed to the mask, first of all, I could feel as one of the rubber straps was brought one side of my head, then the other side and finally I felt it as the remaining strap was brought up over my head and fixed to the top of the mask. “Is it too tight?”, she asked, no I responded it wasn’t too bad. “Now for the gas!!” she remarked.

She turned to the machine and with a loud hiss she turned on the valve of one of the oxygen cylinders, she then turned her attention to the flow meter and set a flow , I could see the black rod inside start to indicate that there was a flow of gas going through, at the same time I noticed that the rubber reservoir bag seemed to jump to life and quickly started to inflate to the size of a large football, at the same time it suddenly became a lot easier for me to breathe in the thick confines of the rubber mask now strapped firmly over my face, “That’s the oxygen”, she said “I’ll leave you like that for a few minutes before I start the anesthetic gas. I just sat there in the dental chair, wearing a heavy red rubber apron, with a black rubber facemask strapped to my face connected to an anesthetic machine breathing oxygen, I looked at the two lengths of black rubber tubing going from the mask adaptor to the gas machine, I wondered if I were to move my head would the rubber hoses do their swaying ?, I moved my head to one side towards the gas machine and the rubber tubing started to sway as I did so- how funny I thought.

My train of thought was interrupted by the dentist Dr. Hoffman saying “Ok now that you are used to the mask and breathing from the gas machine I’m going to start the nitrous oxide, keep on breathing normally”. She turned to the anesthetic machine and turned the valve on top of one of the light blue cylinders, there was a loud hiss as the nitrous oxide started to run through the system, she then went to one of the vertical flowmeters and turned the rotary control on top, I could see the black rod showing a percentage of flow of nitrous oxide. Almost immediately I detected a change in the smell inside of the rubber facemask strapped over my face, I could still smell the rubber of the mask but at the same time there was a new smell, slightly sweet and sickly but nothing to worry me, certainly not enough to cause me to try to struggle and escape from the chair as I did as a child.

I was just sitting there concentrating on breathing the nitrous oxide through the rubber mask when after a few minutes the smell increased and the dentist said “You will have noticed that I have increased the concentration of anesthetic gas , time is getting on and so I’m getting close to putting you to sleep, I will be increasing the concentration after every few breaths and then I have a surprise for you, true to her word after a few more breaths from the rubber mask the smell inside increased, I could see the rubber bag inflating and deflating with my breathing, at the same time the sound of my breathing through the mask and hoses seemed to be getting very loud almost like water running downing a waterfall, I could feel my head beginning to spin and I had this urge to close my eyes because they were beginning to feel sooo heavy, I noticed that Dr. Hoffman was leaning very close to me and then with a smile, she turned back to the anesthetic machine and reached out her hand to the control on the glass bottle that contained the ether!!, ‘NO I thought you said no ether!, but before I had time to react, the dentists hand turned the control and as she did so I immediately detected the strong , overpowering smell of the ether-it was very sickly and it was causing me to gag and cough, it was so strong that it obliterated the smell of the anesthetic gas and rubber mask, but after only a few breaths of ether I could feel the darkness coming on of the approaching anesthetic sleep and with a roar of sound I was under!!

—” I awoke to the voice of Dr. Hoffman “wake up ,wake up now Colin”, at the same time she was patting the side of my face, I slowly regained my senses and as I did so I could feel that the rubber mask was still strapped over my face but instead of the strong smell of ether , or the sweet smell of the nitrous oxide there was just the smell of the rubber mask, “Your only breathing oxygen it will help you to regain full consciousness and at the same time clear your head of the anesthetic gas and ether, just remain seated in the chair for a 10 more minutes then you should be recovered enough to get up”, she said and so I stayed in the chair for the 10 minutes and then it was time for me to get out of the chair. Dr. Hoffman leant over me and undid the straps of the mask harness and removed the rubber facemask from my face, she lifted the mask off and as she did I could hear the hiss of the oxygen coming into the mask from the anesthetic machine, she draped the mask and twin hoses over the long cylinder bracket and as she did so they swayed until they had settled, she then turned to the oxygen flow meter and turned the control knob to turn the flow of oxygen off, as that happened the hiss of the gas coming through the mask and at the same time I looked down to the rubber reservoir bag as it started to deflate until it was completely flat.

Dr. Hoffman leant over me and removed the red rubber apron ,and then carried it back over to the hook and hung it up. “Well Colin how did you find your gas anesthetic, was it as you remember as a child?” “No Dr. Hoffman it was nothing like having gas when I was a child, then I felt smothered and as if I was being suffocated when the mask went over my face, but today was much better so much so that if I had to have a tooth extracted I would come to see you, but, I do have a question, why did I get the ether even though you said that I wouldn’t?” “Yes I’m sorry about that, it was taking so long for the anesthetic gas to have any effect on you that I had no choice ,but to move things along a bit quicker than I would have liked, anyway it’s all over and now we have only half an hour until the patients start to arrive.

January 12, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 17 Comments