It feels like a dream.

Today I went to the hospital. It was life changing. Diego, the attending trauma surgeon gave me scrubs and a white gown, so I felt like a doctor. The resident that was showing me around was an excellent doctor. He was caring, efficient, and sympathetic. He explained what it was like for him to be a doctor, and the courses he had to do to get into trauma. He always had known he wanted to be a doctor, because it made him feel like he was doing something good with his life. The timetables and the salary kinda sucked, but he said, if he had to choose again, he would do exactly the same.

He let me come in with him into an exam room, where he stitched a guy's cut. He was incredibly neat. Then he put back a dislocated shoulder from a 96 year old woman.

Then he took me to an OR. I had always imagined how it would be : dramatic, and important, and defined, clear. But it was the opposite. Right now it still feels like a dream. The lady that was being operated needed a hip replacement, for the head of her femur was badly fractured and due to her age, it could not possibly regenerate enough bone to be able to walk.

All the nurses were very nice to me and kept telling me that if if I felt dizzy I could walk out. But I was fine through the whole operation, which lasted about two hours.

And there was music playing in the background. I mean, that woman's leg was wide open, and there was Thriller playing. And, Diego kept making jokes, and putting pressure on the resident to close the woman up. It was surreal.

Then when I got out I got changed, and Diego walked me out to my dad's car. Unfortunately I didn't get to say goodbye to the resident.

I still feel weird, my legs are kinda shaky. But.. I can't wait til I go back there again.

Davies.