She was being prepped for minor surgery –nothing critical involved. She had followed all the pre-op instructions and medications, and now she was wearing one of those one-size-fits-none gowns and waiting to be wheeled into the operating room. The nurses were trying to insert an IV.
The first one said she couldn’t make it flush, whatever that meant. The second said she needed different equipment, which she couldn’t find. The third muttered about “mobile veins,” as if that were her fault.
Tired of being stuck – it hurt—she stood up and walked out.