Many moons ago, my palm was grievously sliced in a moment of inattention while working on our house. Next morning, who is our first customer through the office door? A health care provider! Nurse Nancy took professional interest in my poorly applied paper towel & duct tape dressing.
Peeling off my wrapping, she calmly said, “You should have gotten stitches”. Mild concern, minor annoyance. Detached acceptance of yet another male who blatantly flaunts his white blood cell count, daring infection to rear its ugly head.
As quickly as I can cut, clean and flux a copper pipe, she had reached into her front smock pocket, retrieved a roll of tape, pinched my flapping skin together, and applied her magic tape. She finished by adhering a square of clean Kleenex® over the whole affair, again with her Transpore multipurpose surgical tape.
The nurse gave me the roll, finished her business, and I never saw her again. Still I am in awe, decades later, at her dexterity, common sense, and knowledge. What I learned in those few minutes has stayed with me to this day. I never Road Trip without Transpore. A visit to the sea-shore? Peroxide, Transpore, and medical grade cyanoacrylate (translation: a sealed tube of Super Glue). Doctor John ready to clean, close, and bind all major or minor flesh wounds. Emergency appendectomies, Thursdays thru Tuesdays.