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The last of the instrument sets had been wrapped and sterilized, and the workroom tidied. Tyne tugged her green OR cap from her head and swiped it over her forehead and upper lip. Not very lady-like, but she didn’t think she had the strength to go to the washroom to freshen up. That would have to wait until she got home. It had been the busiest Boxing Day she had ever worked, and who would have thought that would be the case in Emblem’s little country hospital? Two emergency appendectomies, one ruptured; and a motor vehicle accident with three people requiring surgical treatment, had taken Tyne away from ward duty to the work she normally loved.
She sighed as she lifted the last of the wrapped sets out of the autoclave and placed it on the sterile instrument cart. The work she loved, yes, but she hadn’t been pregnant when she had worked in OR at the Holy Cross in Calgary. And there, she had more help. Because today was a holiday, there was no nurse’s aide on duty in the department to wash and sterilize instruments as required. Miss Larson herself had acted as Tyne’s circulating nurse, but as soon as the matron was able, she had to return to her supervisory duties.
Tyne placed her hands on her lower back and stretched, at the same time glancing through the workroom window. Her jaw fell and her arms dropped to her sides. The snow, which had begun
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