Okay, so I get that I don’t know anything, and won’t be able to do anything, and will probably actually reveal just how much I don’t know about my supposed chosen profession – but I don’t care. I’m going into theatre!
I’ll be scrubbing in for a surgery tomorrow morning at 8, and given the travel time will have to wake up at 5 (worst luck). I don’t know what the procedure will be, and it could be something lame, but since it’s orthopaedics – it’s bound to be gruesome.
Gruesome is good.
This will be my first time in a surgery, and I’m excited. Not because I’ll get to do anything incredible or prove myself in any way, or because I’ll get to wear scrubs for a reason other than going on a pub crawl or a jog (okay, it’s a little about the scrubs), but just because it comes at such a good time. I’m so disenfranchised with academic life; it’ll be nice to do something more practical.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to it. There’s costumes, lighting, cameras, performers, and all the drama of the theatre.
That is why they call it theatre…right?
fun huh?
there is currently someone wandering about with my stitches in them
heh
Hehe, cool! I got to cut out an implanon in first year, which was so awesome (and not at all difficult considering we used steri-strips to close up the tiny little incision).
Doing stuff rocks, hey?