Listening to the conversation between the surgeon and her two assistants today, I overheard some things that got me slightly worried (and thankful for that curtain between my head and the part that I was operated on).
“Oh my god! Have you ever seen that?”
“We may have to use the electricity,” was another sentence that I never expected to hear while on the operating table. They brought some belts which looked like the ones from the electric chair.
“Get me a bucket!” (For the blood, apparently.)
At one point, one of the assistants asked “are you OK?”, upon which I reassured her that I felt absolutely fine. “Oh,” she explained, “I was talking to my colleague.” The bloodbath had made her queasy.
Anesthesia is a nice thing. But why don’t patients receive earphones that play Smetana’s Vltava or something similarly soothing?
There is no need to worry about me, by the way!
As long as someone is writing about his visits to the doctor, he isn’t really in any serious condition.
Oh oh. What happened? Glad you are fine!
Nothing to worry, really!
It was a voluntary non-emergency operation.
And I have painkillers to get through the night.
What was however stupid, was to have my right (writing) arm operated on two days before a university exam.
Ah – now I get it!
For the exam, they are checking if you have a brain in there, whilst simultaneously giving you an excuse, lest the results aren’t perfect!
Brilliant strategic move Andreas.
Wishing you a full and speedy recovery. And also, much luck with the exam!
Que insensibles! Tenias escritas las respuestas para tu examen en tu brazo derecho?
No, no, nunca hago trampas!
Lo siento, espero que te recuperes pronto Andreas.
Yo espero que un día puedo vivir en paz, sin gente trantado de matarme cada mes.
Ahora estoy preocupada por el agente. Cuidate!
“Anesthesia is a nice thing. But why don’t patients receive earphones that play Smetana’s Vltava or something similarly soothing?”
I agree 100%! I’m going to send that link to my dentist! 😁
I’m glad you’re OK.