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Pockets Full of Trouble
#SupernaturalPower @AtulPurohit
Some people would think they were lucky to be like me, but that's because they're clueless.
I'll give you an example or two, I have at least thousands. So, I'm at work in the hospital, at the time I was a surgical nurse, and the anesthesiologist asked me if I have any kind of hard candy. We'd been in this gallbladder case for three hours already because we had to open. The patient had too many adhesions from previous abdominal surgeries, and it was too difficult to continue with a laparoscopic approach. It get cold in the operating room and your throat gets dry, even more so because of the masks we wear. You can't bring any drinks or food, or candy for that matter, into a sterile environment. There's a risk of contamination and increased infection rates. That doesn't mean that it's always followed exactly. We're only human. We had so many operating rooms running and there weren't any extra anesthesiologists to relieve each other. I could feel the others in the surgical team waiting. "You do have some peppermints in your pocket, right?" Doctor Sherba asked.
I wanted to ignore the question, but the candy was already there. "Sure, I said. I actually have a few." "I knew it. Great!" he said. "You can always ask this nurse for something, anything and she seems to have it." The surgeon in the room joined in, "You should have asked for a sandwich." "You're exaggerating of course."I said and then ignored them. Fortunately my lunch relief came in and I didn't have to continue in an uncomfortable situation. I was glad too because I was thirsty and hungry. I ate the sandwich from my pocket.
There's the time I was in school and my teacher told everyone to take out their art supplies. My school crush Mike had forgotten to bring anything, again. The class clown, Mike was the cutest 5th grade boy. He had curly red hair and green eyes that separated him from the crowd of brunettes and the few blondes. And he was so funny! He was always making me laugh. I pulled out a box of crayons, scissors and glue from my topockets. Thank heaven my teacher had paper. The other kids joked about why I had that stuff in my pockets. I was embarrassed and just told my classmates I forgot I already had my supplies and had brought more. " Meannie Jeannie" who used to be my friend until some of the kids started calling me weird after inconveniently finding a frog in my pocket, yelled out saying "You just thought Mike would like you!" And everyone laughed.
Then there's the the time I was having lunch with one of my friends from church and she was digging through her purse to find the money she was sure she had brought with her.. I had told her I had a habit of using one of an assortment of plastic cards and never carried cash. I paid for her lunch and then as we got up to leave, absentmindedly reached into the left pocket of my new sweater I had just bought. The exact amount of money my friend was looking for appeared. Awkward. She found her money at home in a different purse, but she didn't go out to lunch with me anymore.
I didn't keep the money. I never did. I never knew where anything came from. Did things just disappear from other people and wind up in my pockets? Or did I somehow create them? I didn't know, it just happened and I could never send it back.
One more story so you'll see that it gets so hard for me that I've had to quit some of the hospitals and Doctor's offices I've worked in. Once someone is aware of "it" I become increasingly anxious, trying to hide things, or walking away from them when they're still talking to me. Sometimes I think I'll get fired or even arrested.
There was an Obstetrician I worked with in Labor and Delivery who after returning from the bathroom realized after a few minutes that she had left her engagement ring there after taking it off to wash her hands. It had a gorgeous one carat round diamond with a smaller saphire on each side of the diamond.. Inside the platinum band it was inscribed with "Eternal Love". I found her ring. Was it the same one or replica, because someone had really taken the ring. Yes, it was in my pocket and then I pretended to find it in the bathroom. Only another nurse had seen me with my hand in the pocket of my scrubs before going to help find it. Rumours went around like a virus that spread and mutated til I could no longer work there. I knew I hadn't taken the ring, but not everyone believed it.
It's not just the finding of the pens, books, cameras, oranges, money, etcetera, it's also the lack of control. I've tried putting on clothes without pockets , but when something comes, a pocket automatically forms too, and in some very original and uncomfortable places. So I wear clothes with pockets all the time.
I don't know how or why I have this talent or kinda supernatural power. I'm adopted. I've thought about trying to find my birthparents to see if I'm like them. But then I think what if I'm not?
© Jodi A
Some people would think they were lucky to be like me, but that's because they're clueless.
I'll give you an example or two, I have at least thousands. So, I'm at work in the hospital, at the time I was a surgical nurse, and the anesthesiologist asked me if I have any kind of hard candy. We'd been in this gallbladder case for three hours already because we had to open. The patient had too many adhesions from previous abdominal surgeries, and it was too difficult to continue with a laparoscopic approach. It get cold in the operating room and your throat gets dry, even more so because of the masks we wear. You can't bring any drinks or food, or candy for that matter, into a sterile environment. There's a risk of contamination and increased infection rates. That doesn't mean that it's always followed exactly. We're only human. We had so many operating rooms running and there weren't any extra anesthesiologists to relieve each other. I could feel the others in the surgical team waiting. "You do have some peppermints in your pocket, right?" Doctor Sherba asked.
I wanted to ignore the question, but the candy was already there. "Sure, I said. I actually have a few." "I knew it. Great!" he said. "You can always ask this nurse for something, anything and she seems to have it." The surgeon in the room joined in, "You should have asked for a sandwich." "You're exaggerating of course."I said and then ignored them. Fortunately my lunch relief came in and I didn't have to continue in an uncomfortable situation. I was glad too because I was thirsty and hungry. I ate the sandwich from my pocket.
There's the time I was in school and my teacher told everyone to take out their art supplies. My school crush Mike had forgotten to bring anything, again. The class clown, Mike was the cutest 5th grade boy. He had curly red hair and green eyes that separated him from the crowd of brunettes and the few blondes. And he was so funny! He was always making me laugh. I pulled out a box of crayons, scissors and glue from my topockets. Thank heaven my teacher had paper. The other kids joked about why I had that stuff in my pockets. I was embarrassed and just told my classmates I forgot I already had my supplies and had brought more. " Meannie Jeannie" who used to be my friend until some of the kids started calling me weird after inconveniently finding a frog in my pocket, yelled out saying "You just thought Mike would like you!" And everyone laughed.
Then there's the the time I was having lunch with one of my friends from church and she was digging through her purse to find the money she was sure she had brought with her.. I had told her I had a habit of using one of an assortment of plastic cards and never carried cash. I paid for her lunch and then as we got up to leave, absentmindedly reached into the left pocket of my new sweater I had just bought. The exact amount of money my friend was looking for appeared. Awkward. She found her money at home in a different purse, but she didn't go out to lunch with me anymore.
I didn't keep the money. I never did. I never knew where anything came from. Did things just disappear from other people and wind up in my pockets? Or did I somehow create them? I didn't know, it just happened and I could never send it back.
One more story so you'll see that it gets so hard for me that I've had to quit some of the hospitals and Doctor's offices I've worked in. Once someone is aware of "it" I become increasingly anxious, trying to hide things, or walking away from them when they're still talking to me. Sometimes I think I'll get fired or even arrested.
There was an Obstetrician I worked with in Labor and Delivery who after returning from the bathroom realized after a few minutes that she had left her engagement ring there after taking it off to wash her hands. It had a gorgeous one carat round diamond with a smaller saphire on each side of the diamond.. Inside the platinum band it was inscribed with "Eternal Love". I found her ring. Was it the same one or replica, because someone had really taken the ring. Yes, it was in my pocket and then I pretended to find it in the bathroom. Only another nurse had seen me with my hand in the pocket of my scrubs before going to help find it. Rumours went around like a virus that spread and mutated til I could no longer work there. I knew I hadn't taken the ring, but not everyone believed it.
It's not just the finding of the pens, books, cameras, oranges, money, etcetera, it's also the lack of control. I've tried putting on clothes without pockets , but when something comes, a pocket automatically forms too, and in some very original and uncomfortable places. So I wear clothes with pockets all the time.
I don't know how or why I have this talent or kinda supernatural power. I'm adopted. I've thought about trying to find my birthparents to see if I'm like them. But then I think what if I'm not?
© Jodi A
