What I Was Not Taught

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About The Author

John Marble grew up in South Jackson, Mississippi, where he graduated from Forest Hill High School and attended Hinds Community College. After taking a year and one half “break” from school and doing manual labor, he decided to make his education a priority. He obtained a Bachelor’s Degree in Nursing from Southeastern Louisiana University and then worked as a critical care nurse for four years. He later received a Master’s Degree in Nurse Anesthesia from Kansas University. He currently works for a university-based anesthesia group contracting through a private hospital in Southeast Louisiana.

This is the first and only book that he ever intended to write, which came about at the urging of a handful of nurse anesthesia students who felt that it might be beneficial to have the words that he spoke [to them] every day in the operating room actually put down on paper. Although he is considered a faculty member of a nurse anesthesia program, he has never deemed himself as capable of lecturing many people at one time. Hence, he is usually in his “element” with a captive audience of one (at times, maybe two) behind the drapes.

His personal interests include anything but anesthesia, which he attempts to leave at work; with the one exception being the authoring of this book. He developed a love for Mississippi State University athletics as a youth when his best friend’s (Scott) parents would shuttle them to and from Starkville every weekend for football and baseball games; his only regret being that they were not the alumni of a more consistent winner. Today a far from perfect Christian, he likes nothing better than going to church, spending time with his sons (Jackson and Logan), and attending T-ball and/or soccer games… And [of course] taking long walks on the beach with his wife, Sara.

Purchase Book: On Hold

Book purchases are currently on hold in preparation for the 3rd edition.

Foreword - Part Deux

Wow… I never imagined that my little self-published book would’ve taken-off like it did, necessitating that I’d ever have to sit down and re-evaluate it, correcting minor grammatical errors, elaborating more where needed, and adding pertinent instruction on topics that I [unfortunately] didn’t think of when penning the “1st Edition”. Yes, a “2nd Edition” was never even a consideration, [that is] until now. But, much like the book itself, and in a conscious effort to refrain from taking myself too seriously, I have decided to call the follow-up “part deux” (as in the sequel to Hot Shots!, starring Charlie Sheen), which I feel better compliments the “easy reading” humorous undertones within, although admittedly about very real and significant subject matter, specifically that of importance in our chosen profession, including the knowledge, skills, issues, and circumstances encompassing the vast spectrum of anesthesia services.

Initially beginning as a humble idea that was literally 2 ½ typed pages of words aimed at letting SRNA’s know that they are not alone in their angst, and later not really knowing how many books I’d eventually sell, if any, I only printed 500 copies of What I Was Not necessarily Taught About Anesthesia. Truthfully, I really had no idea what to think of it. Initially, several of my students bought it and were very complimentary; however, I attributed their response to subservience in the face of someone (me) able [if I wanted] to make life a living hell for them. But finally, after opening my website to the public and selling a book to New Jersey on the very first day it became functional, I began to realize that [maybe] there was indeed a market out there for genuine teaching, similar to the instruction of a preceptor, that takes into account all of the variables involved with learning anesthesia and helps to reassure the student that, not only are they [most likely] on the right track, but also that they are probably in a better position than I was at the same point in my-own education.

“part deux” includes everything that my first book did, with elaboration where it may have been vague, in addition to more tidbits, caveats, and wisdom that I felt were important enough for the pupil of anesthesia to be further mindful of, all in the hope that the anticipation, recognition, and identification of such real-world situations, not to mention the appropriate responses, could somehow be presented to the student prior to their encountering such happenings in the reality that lies somewhat outside of the textbook, which [for good reason] focuses immensely on the science of anesthesia, but unfortunately gives little instruction in the art of administering an anesthetic. Specifically, it has close to 100,000 words, or [better yet] approximately 15,000 more than the “1st Edition”. But, more important than any of this, and given the seriousness of what we do for a living, it both reminds and encourages us to chuckle at our own errors, blunders, and/or lapses in judgment (assuming no patient harm, of course), lest we were to ever erroneously think that any one of us were the perfect anesthesia provider.

Who knows? As long as I continue to encounter situations in the operating room that spark me to write, and assuming that students and anesthetists keep buying the book, maybe in a few years the “3rd Edition” might someday come out. I’m thinking… What I Was Not necessarily Taught About Anesthesia: “33 1/3: The Final Insult”. Now, that has a nice ring to it. Leslie Nielsen would surely be proud.