Occasionally, I browse the missed connections on Craigslist and missedconnections.com just to see who’s missing whom. Sometimes they’re creepy, sometimes they’re desperate, and sometimes they’re really sweet. Reading the missed connections is a bit like watching a movie, in which the plot has already happened, and yet you can’t help yelling at the characters, “Just get her number!”

Today, I came across this charming missed connection that occurred in an operating room at California Pacific Medical Center:

Operating Room Nurse CPMC – m4w – 32 (laurel hts / presidio)

I wish I had remembered your name when I woke up from surgery at the CPMC on California Street a few weeks ago. On our short walk into the OR we joked about how good we looked in our matching blue/green scrub caps. I had a strong tolerance for anesthesia before the parotidectomy, I wish we could have talked afterwards but the anesthesia had me out cold for a few extra hours. When I did wake up you were gone, but I managed to tell everyone in the recovery room about how gorgeous you were….

By the way, I looked up parotidectomy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parotidectomy 

This fellow fell in love at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Santa Rosa:

We saw each other a few times and were even in the same room. The 2nd floor of St. Joseph’s hospital. It sounded like your first name was my last name. Your hair, your style, even the way you walk cannot slip my mind. You were wearing black Tom’s and pants with a navy blue top. I was the white male wearing black shorts/shirt with a gray hat.. I’m beating myself up for not trying to talk to you.. I hope you find this soon..

Continuing the medical theme, albeit in a rather unromantic way, is this lady, who was suffering from a “bloody wound on back of head” on the sidewalk when a knight in shining armor gave her a ride to the emergency room. (He was a paramedic, so it was sort of his job).

2 male paramedics, King American, you drove me to St. Luke’s 11/6 – w4m (potrero hill)

I am desperately seeking the kind paramedic gentlemen who drove me from the corner of Potrero Ave. and Mariposa to St. Luke’s emergency on Wednesday night (Thursday morning) around midnight. King American is the ambulance company. 30s? ish? Me: Brunette, fainted on sidewalk, bloody wound on back of head.This is not a romantic missed connection, but simply a strong need to go over some details of that evening of my head injury. I need your help, and it will be brief. If you are they or know of them, please connect us. Thanks.