The OR

Sooo...today I spent about an hour in the operating room. No, I was not being operated on... and no, I was not operating on anyone else...I would be highly underqualified for that role and I have no wish to handle other people's bodies in that way now or in the future (bodies haven't/won't change(d) enough in the future).

Nooo...I was there to SEE stuff. Mostly to see what it is my supervisor does and what monitors and equipment he uses. My supervisor is an anesthesiologist and it appears as though his whole job in the operating room consists of somehow putting the patient to sleep (not like how you put an animal to sleep). I have come to the conclusion that he doesn't actually do any "surgery" unless you call giving someone a needle "surgery".

There were lots of other people on the operating room though, and they were in the middle of an 8 hour operation in which they were creating an ear for the patient by taking some cartilage from the patient's ribs and using it to shape his new ear. Man...I don't know what I expected...but it was just weird...it was so casual in the OR. They were planning on working on it for 8 hours so of course they were taking their time...but I mean here there were a bunch of surgeons sitting down at a little table cutting away at pieces of cartilage with scissors and making silly jokes (some were doctor jokes I didn't understand) while the patient was laying nearby unconcious with a big slice in his chest. At least they seemed to be having fun.

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