Hello World,
On June 22, 2018 I had the opportunity to scrub up and step into the OR and observe a plastic surgeon perform a breast reduction on a patient. Although it was my first time, I knew what to I was walking into. The room temp was low and next to the stroller, where the patient laid unconsciously, was a table full of sterilized instruments. I was warned not to come near the table so I watched from afar for quite a while.
The doctor was already half way through the surgery, finishing up one side of the chest. All I could see from where I was standing was the lights beaming down on the patients breasts as the surgeon and his assistant were pulling out and cutting up lards of fat. I was more intrigued when the doctor began doing so and walked over to the other side where I was permitted. I wanted to watch and learn from the jump. I was just impressed at the fact that the doctor was nonchalantly performing the surgery while chatting with his PA and nurses. It was as if he didn’t have a full on human cut up and organs exposed in between his hands. I had no doubt he knew what he was doing, however I was just standing there mesmerized. Lost of words and just trying to fully process that I had been blessed to see something not everyone gets to see. I lost myself into what my eyes perceived and was standing there shook.
Versus Co. 