On Scrubbing In

Actually, there's more to me and my patient with Peutz Jeghers Syndrome. The day she went for the surgery, I nearly thought I wouldn't be able to make it to see what the polyps looked like because we had another class earlier that afternoon. But surprisingly, I reached the operation theater where she was, just in time to see her being drapped.

And the surgeon in charged came to me, "Are you a medical student? You know how to scrub?"

@.@

"Yeah! Sure!"

So there I was, brushing my hands, brush brush brush... Adrenaline pumping. Gosh. It's a hemicolectomy and ileostomy surgery! Gosh gosh gosh! The last one I scrubbed, was just a 30 minutes incision and drainage of an abscess in the butt. But this... this is HUGE... Like... HUGE!

For me, at least. LOL.

3 hours standing there, together with the main surgeon, and his main assistant, I was more of like the 4th hand. Holding the retractor... suctioning the excess fluid... cutting the line... But at least... I get to see the INSIDE of a tummy, of a living human, heart still pumping; not those in the dissection hall. All the twisted guts and all. Even the liver! And the gallbladder! And the kidney too! Like, so exciting can! LMAO.

The surgeon signed my log book with a simple comment, "well assisted".

Happy happy joy joy.

It definitely made my day.

I think I might even like surgery....

Hmmm...