The OR is the place where half of my past 960 days happened.
First it was awkward, those long dark hallways which end with two reinforced automatic doors forbidding the pass of so many people. All those souls fighting in their designated bodies, fighting for freedom, fighting for life, fighting for death, struggling to save them selves one way or another.
Days passed and it became a warm and cozy place with lovely people and so much light.
Now I have this ritual of getting up early and have my coffee on the balcony regardless of the weather (a very strong and sweet espresso), listening to some weird song by Empire of the Sun, taking a shower and walk to the hospital. After seeing all the patients on our floor, I go through those metallic uncozy doors and get into a place where life and death collide. A theater where God plays the most important role, then the patient, then us, the surgeons. This scene is directed and supervised by something beyond imagination, the energy in the OR is so powerful, you can hardly control it. It is this energy that powers the surgeons and help them stay for hours looking down inside a human being and repair it, it takes so much love to stand for hours in order to save another human, it takes courage and will.
Understanding that we are just mediators between cure and illness is the key in being a doctor. Sometimes the unexpected happens, those times exceed 51%.
Surgery is like a meditation, you live in the most present moment, you breathe regularly, out of time, out of space, out of your own thoughts, you feel only the energy around you and you work like a perpetum mobile without any needs at all.
RESTLESS DUCK 