Surgery
An Honest Narration of My Surgery Rotation Dressed head to toe in sterile protective equipment, surrounded by blue drapes and beeping machines, I watch a surgical resident cut into bare flesh with a scalpel. It feels counter intuitive. The patient must be harmed in order to be healed. I wish I could take a picture of what I see now every day. I guess Google images will have to do. My life feels like an episode of greys anatomy (Season 1) without all the sex and drama in the stairwells. I am running after my residents like a little duckling and getting chastised for either taking too long to interview a patient or not gathering enough of the history (depending on who I am with that day). I am a minion. Two weeks of gyn surgery. I did endometrial biopsies and sutured skin incisions closed and even did a little work with the tools during a laparoscopic hysterectomy. I watched a uterus filled with cancerous tissue get removed from a woman's body. I assisted o