Eye Surgery

I headed downstairs this morning after the breakfast routine was finished to change into scrubs. A few moments later, decked out in some fresh blue pants, blue shirt, blue hair net, and blue show coverings (are you noticing a theme here?), I entered operating theatre number six. This is one of the operating rooms where we do our eye surgeries! For the next hour, I watched intently as a cute three year girl was slowly given vision back in her right eye.

As I sat in the quiet, sterile operating room, the sensation was much like going to a grand sports stadium and rooting on the home team. I found myself cheering for the doctor in my silence, willing him to do well. There were moments of watching the action first hand, and then peering over at the monitor for a close up. There were times of a little tension, and other times of relief, such as when the new lens was finally inserted and in proper position. It was a rush to say the least. And best of all, at the end of the hour, a three year old girl was recovering from anaesthesia with a newly repaired eye! I had to leave afterwards to go help get lunch ready, but by the time I saw the eye surgeon for his lunch, he had already removed cataracts in two other patients. What a great morning. I like this place!