By skyforbes 
Cleaning an operating room after a hysterectomy.
By that time I’d been doing this a month or so, and had largely gotten used to the blood and whatnot. It was rough sometimes because it caused nightmares about Iraq. Mostly it was blood, you rarely found tissue. Then came The Day.
It’s hard to describe how bad it was. Parts of the OR genuinely looked like a serial killer had been through there, other parts were fine. And the hardest thing to clean was the blue dye they use in surgery – that stuff gets everywhere. So I don’t know if it was a rough surgery, a bad surgeon, or a combination of things, but it was a mess in there. I found blood and tissue in places we are trained to check, but that I didn’t think it was possible for it to be at. Like on top of the lights. Up on the bottom of the table. It was everywhere.
This being a busy military hospital for soldier and dependents, we had five minutes to sanitize a room. I begged for and got ten. Still, I’m not sure with three of us in there that we got it all.
That job was a holdover until I was able to save gas money to drive out of state to look for better work. I’m teaching now. It’s only a little harder than being in Iraq most days.