“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine

Monday, July 17, 2006

Why I Could NEVER be a Surgeon

Friday the 14th Connie and I ate lunch with her dad, Lorraine, and Nicholas. After lunch Jose was going to drive us to the mall (Mall de las Americas), but first needed to stop at his office. He is the general manager of the local hospital and offered to give Connie and I a tour. It was really cool because we went everywhere. The hospital here is so much prettier on the inside than in the USA because the walls are blue or pink or purple depending on what part of the hospital your in. It's much more welcoming & homey. I think that if we changed the color of our walls then people wouldn't get so freaked out in the hospitals, but that's just my two cents.

During our tour, some surgeons invited Connie and I to watch a surgery that was about to take place. If anyone of you have looked at my pictures you will see what we watched. For those of you with a weak stomach like myself I suggest that you don't look because it is GROSS. Connie and I didn't totally understand what happened to the guy, but it was something along the lines of some type of object fell on his feet possibly when he was lying down because there was a HUGE cut on his right foot and his left foot was broken. The surgeon had to remove skin from this thigh and transfer it to his foot. That was gross, but it was pretty cool watched them stich it up. If I had the stomach to be a doctor, no I can't even think of what I could want to be because every time I think about the blood I want to throw up. Yuck. I have the stomach of my mom (thanks a lot mom). Anyways.... We also got to watch the doctor's put the cast on the other foot. I was like they were making paper mache, except not. LOL

After the surgery, Jose took us into the maternity ward. Me, not paying attention which is not so good when your Spanish isn't so wonderful, agreed to watch a birth. Some girl was going to have a baby NATURAL. Only a little bit of drugs (como se dice CRAZY?). The nurse took me in the room & told me about the procedure & what was in the room. That was all I needed to see. So we left the room before the birth THANK GOD. I think I would have passed out cold if I would have watched that. I'm adopting. Just so everyone is well aware of my plans. Or if for some reason I accidently get pregnant (once I'm married of course) I want to be under the influence of very very strong drugs for 3 weeks after. I want to feel nothing. I'll have 18 years with my new kid I don't need to see them in the first 24 hours of their life. I am cringing at the thought of that pain.....

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