After a close call with blog doom, I am back in business. Blame writer's block, my 21st birthday celebration, and medical school applications. Besides, if I am to bring sexy back, I have to do it right.
As the blog title suggests, this entry is about leaving my senses but luckily regaining them. Let me explain. I excitedly found a "job" shadowing a pediatric urologist. On my very first day watching my very first surgery (a circumcision), I happily stood on a stepping stool observing the urologist and his two residents in action. I really felt like I belonged here and was quite pleased with myself. Premature excitement.
A sudden lightheaded feeling overwhelmed me and the world began to turn a dark color as I realized that I was about to pass out. Luckily, I asked to sit down and was wheeled to a room where apple juice and graham crackers saved me. Perhaps the culprit of my not-so-great first impression was my insufficient breakfast, the earliness of the day, the bright surgery room lights, or the standing. Whatever it was, I really feel embarrassed. Now I am the weak girl who faints on the job. Of course, they tried to downplay the situation, telling stories of similar fainting experiences, but now I have become another anecdote for them to tell.
Permanent tattoos can be removed by surgeons. Can permanent embarrassing stories?
~Jenny
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