Today I spent the morning in the OR and stepped foot inside for the first time as a health care worker and not as a patient. It was fascinating and gory and not a bit scary. I felt privileged to watch 2 bilateral tubal ligations but the first surgery I ever witnessed will stand out - just by virtue of being an elective penile implantation. My clinical instructor sent me down to the OR and there waiting for me fully draped was a big, shorn scrotum. Not even a triple-shot espresso will wake you up like that. It was a beautiful feeling, even from the back of the room, trying not to touch anything, trying not to get in the way. I was also pretty proud that the med student didn't know how to put on sterile gloves, maintain a sterile field, or insert a Foley. And I do. Damn proud day if I do say so myself Though the med students have a serious purpose, as my pharmacology lecture seems like it's in Japanese.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
hospital day 3
Today I spent the morning in the OR and stepped foot inside for the first time as a health care worker and not as a patient. It was fascinating and gory and not a bit scary. I felt privileged to watch 2 bilateral tubal ligations but the first surgery I ever witnessed will stand out - just by virtue of being an elective penile implantation. My clinical instructor sent me down to the OR and there waiting for me fully draped was a big, shorn scrotum. Not even a triple-shot espresso will wake you up like that. It was a beautiful feeling, even from the back of the room, trying not to touch anything, trying not to get in the way. I was also pretty proud that the med student didn't know how to put on sterile gloves, maintain a sterile field, or insert a Foley. And I do. Damn proud day if I do say so myself Though the med students have a serious purpose, as my pharmacology lecture seems like it's in Japanese.
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