Personal Narrative: My Experience With Plastic Surgery

God damn! My stupid googles fogged up again. I reached up to my face to clean the thin piece of plastic protecting my eyes. Did I put these on wrong? No one else seems to have this problem… “Hey student. Get up here and watch this,” beckoned one of the surgeons. My body jolted as I was unexpectedly called upon and I quickly walked toward my mentor, but I also made sure that I kept enough distance to not interfere with the “sterile environment” surrounding the patient. The surgeon who had called me had a partner assisting him. They inserted a plastic rod about a foot long and with a diameter equal in size to a dime, into an incision in the patients left calf. Attached to the rod was a camera which was being projected onto two screens above …show more content…
I returned back to my seat next to my partner and as soon as I sat down, my aching legs thanked me after having to stand for such a long period of time. The heart surgeon started to make an incision in the shape of a square when the horrid smell of burning, human flesh reached my nose. This wasn’t the first time I had experienced this smell, but every time I encountered this scent, it brought an utmost disgust to me. I began to daydream again as it didn’t seem like anything special was happening at the time when all of a sudden, the loud noise of a saw jerked me back to reality, …show more content…
I stood up and weaved my way through the jungle of wires around the room that were connected to the highly valuable machinery. I quietly tried to get the attention of the anesthesiologist working behind the head of the bed, “Excuse me…excuse me. Ummm could I come back here and watch the surgery?” Fortunately for me, the anesthesiologist was very kind and motioned towards me with her hand to come stand directly behind the head of the