Sounds like another one of my dreams, doesn’t it? Well, I had rather a marathon of a surgery this morning… 2 hours under the hot surgery lamp wearing mask, cap, gown and gloves while bending over and stressed out because the dog’s so fat that all the surgical instruments become greasy and slippery to handle, and you can hardly find the anatomical structures in all that fat, much less the vessels you’re supposed to ligate… let me tell you, it really takes it out of you.
At about the 1 hour mark, my enthusiasm started to flag, and at the 1.5 hour mark, I started bitching and whining. My surgery tech took pity on me, and soon had her smart phone in hand. About every 5 minutes for the last half hour, she would hold up the phone and show me an encouraging image….
I said, “Not remotely ‘Ew’… Keep ’em coming!”
I said, “That’s nice of you, but that’s definitely NOT RICHARD.”
I said, “You’re starting to suck at this. That’s actually very nice but it’s ALSO NOT RICHARD.”
She then ranted about the inaccuracy of the google image search.
2 hr End of Surgery Prize!!!…. She really had me practically salivating with anticipation…
Wait for it…
She’s so mean to me.