Barefoot in the break room. Steam building up in the microwave. Massage chair set to yoga. The hospital alarm system code red. It cut further into the afternoon. Into the stillness of babies. I thought to do assigned learning modules. But sat instead on the chair, hunched over the protocols trying to see my way through a guideline. After minutes of this, I stood up, walked back to the OR and arranged the clean forceps on the table. You know, to let the ideas in.
