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Parting Glances: Alexander Birth: a Guinness First?

By |2019-04-03T16:45:13-04:00April 3rd, 2019|Opinions, Parting Glances|

As a gay teenager, I hung out at the Hub Grill in downtown Detroit, a greasy spoon of a place, located at the corners of Farmer and Bates in convenient walking distance of four quite popular gay bars, City Hall and the 1st Precinct Police Station!
Just out of Class Technical High School I was eager to find work, and a gay friend named George Trapper (nicknamed “Trapezoid”) told me that Harper Hospital, where he worked, was hiring high school grads to be trained as operating room technicians.
That sounded like a great lead for many reasons, one of which was that I was born at Harper Hospital. (At the time I hadn’t the slightest idea that my OR training would lead to what might well be the first coincidence of its kind.)
My training as an OR Tech lasted about two months. I learned how to wash my hands with antiseptic, gown without breaking sterile scrub, how to identify and pass surgical instruments and chromic sutures, how to keep detailed records, use the autoclave, do sponge counts and once, deal with a dying patient.
OR Techs all wore green scrub uniforms like physician interns, surgeons and medical students on learning assignments. (If a patient called me doc or doctor I did little to dissuade them from the vicarious honor so accorded me. Suffice it to say that OR Techs wore no telltale stethoscopes.)
In time, I passed instruments for several caesarian section births, witnessed a four-holed drilled craniotomy, circulated during dozens of tonsillectomies and attended while a patient died on the operating table.
(I and another OR tech ID tagged his right-hand thumb and toe and took his body three flights down for temporary freezer storage. Our first experience with death, we sought to dispel the unexpected shock by touches of tension-easing humor.)
In cystoscopy I reluctantly collected urine specimens; and curiously, somewhat reluctantly, during vaginal surgeries took D&Cs or “dusting and cleaning” samples.
The shortage of operating nurses during World War II — an understandable critical need — led at the time to the training of laypersons to fill the need.
In the late ’50s there was also an extensive surgical nurse need in metropolitan hospitals and so laypersons — like high school grads, conscientious objectors avoiding war service — were trained.
As a Harper Hospital OR Tech I made mental notes about who might be gay or lesbian. I suspected the rather-butch nurse responsible for keeping surgical tools sharp, honed and sterile was a lesbian.
We OR Techs were also warned about the head of the anesthesia wing. We were not to accept rides on his summer yacht. There were, at the time, 13 operating rooms at Harper, numbered one through 14. There was no number 13.
Once I attended my third surgical go-around the sight of blood no longer bothered me. I also found out that surgery often was subject to participant talk about sports, touches of humor and tension-dispelling banter among the interns, residents and surgical chiefs.
Each surgery ended with what was called a “sponge count.” No surgical opening could be sewn shut until the blood-absorbing sponges were accounted for. None left in the patient.
Alas, one surgery a sponge was missing. We recounted and recounted. Finally, a resident admitted to standing on the truant sponge. Was it an accident or an OR prank?
And! What may well be an item for “Guinness World Records.” I had the privilege of scrubbing with the doctor who brought me into the world, Dr. Leonard Heath. A surprise to both of us when we came to the realization of our “kinship.”
Whether or not I was his first gay baby birth is not known. It was, however, I’m sure a memorable experience for me and, presumably, Dr. Heath. (Pass me the chromic oh!)

About the Author:

Charles Alexander