I scrubbed in on a day of gynecological surgery. Or as they say in the biz, “Guy-knee.” Which was awesome. Truly awe-some: I had no idea intenstines were so beautiful. And don’t get me even started on the fimbriae , who hang out like sea-creatures, translucent tentacles gently waving as they await their chance to catch the egg and pass it to the fallopian tube.
“If I could be any body part,” the Ob/Gyn told me, “I’d be a fimbria.”
I could see his point. And might agree, were it not for that dusty rose uterus, so smooth and neat and palm-able, all the more amazing to contemplate how it grows to grow a baby.
Imagine being handed a ziploc bag, and then told to use it to carry a watermelon. It’s kind of like that.
My lord but the body is astounding.
And the OR is kind of astounding, too. I love the pomp & circumstance of it (the nurses asked me my glove size! I got to do that sterile-gown twirl that surgeons do!), although at times that same pomp & circumstance has had me cowering in a corner, afraid to do anything wrong lest I inherit the wrath of the scrub nurse. But usually we student-midwives have nothing to do in the OR but observe (say during a client’s c-section) whereas here a generous Ob/Gyn had invited me to participate. I did small tasks: snipping sutures, injecting local anasthetic, and of course inserting all manner of things into the vagina (speculum & IUD are practically old-hat by now, but video camera was a first). But mostly I watched in complete amazement.
Feeling out of shape for summer? Go take a look at an appendix. See how beautiful you are!
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