The Myth of the Routine Procedure
He was on the list for what we called a routine coronary angiography—possible PCI if needed.
Mid-sixties. Retired electrician. Lived alone. The kind of man who apologized when the nurse missed his vein.
“Bad veins, sorry,” he said, as if it were his fault.
The morning had gone smoothly. Five patients down, two to go. The rhythm of competence had settled in—steady, predictable, almost comforting…