So there I was, in the OT, covered in a mask and anxiety, pretending like I wasn’t sweating bullets under my coat.
They started the incision and I was like “cool cool” until my legs felt like noodles and the lights felt too bright.
Was I fainting? Maybe.
Was I gonna say anything? No.
The nurse handed me a stool like she’s seen this 50 times.
I sat down and “observed,” aka stared at a random corner until my vision stopped spinning.
Respect to surgeons. I’ll just read about it in a book pls.
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