Last week Wednesday I received an email from the Beatnik. He'd recently done 129 questions to see what Dungeons and Dragons character build he would be and was curious what our friend circle would get. This was in the morning. I set aside this task since I was heading into the hospital and decided to confront this monster of a quiz later on that day.
Wednesday continued and I learned that I would be participating in a big surgery starting at 2 PM called a "free fibula flap" surgery. If you Google it, the second hit that comes up does a good succint job of describing it. I describe it below in brief. Anyway, we didn't finish the surgery and I didn't get back to the apartment until 1:00 AM Thursday morning from the hospital. I had a pounding headache from lack of food and liquids but I had just seen an amazing surgery. I saw a slew of emails from all of my friends who had replied their character builds throughout the day as they completed the 129 question quiz. The last one was from the Beatnik again, addressing all of us. Here it is, and pardon any language that might be offensive to you.
The Beatnik's question to the world:
"Well our party is pretty varied. We have Drock as the all powerful wizard. I'm the tree hugging hippy druid. Crazy Blonde is the know it all Wizard. Woodwind is the touchy feely Cleric and Lord Chaos is our soul devouring Fighter/sorcerer. The Engineer is our totally not gay Bard. And I know you are all wondering the same question I am,
WHAT THE FUCK IS DAVE!?!? TAKE THE GOD DAMN TEST!
Our group make up would put Lord Chaos in the front. Me and Woodwind in the middle with the Engineer close behind (Dancing or doing whatever the fuck bards do), Crazy Blonde and Drock as our artillery in the rear (tee hee). And I know you are all curious about one thing,
WHERE THE FUCK IS DAVE?
I know me too. Kinda fun, maybe we should all cosplay sometime (shudder)
love,
The Beatnik
p.s. TAKING THE FUCKING TEST DAVE! "
Reading this at 1:00 AM, I quickly sent out a reply to everyone:
"I just saw a guy’s left jaw taken out, then a bone from his leg taken and put in with a metal bracket to work as a jaw, then his pec from his left chest pasted over the bone, and then multiple skin grafts. This morning I briefly read your email at 6:00 AM before running off to the hospital. There I have been until 1 AM right now. I don’t think I need a test to tell everyone that I’m some type of good cleric
I’ll take it one day.
-Dave"
I felt that while this might be harsh, it helped explain why I hadn't replied and that I'd get to it when I had a chance. Little did I realize but in the couple of hours of sleep I got, the Beatnik had responded:
"Lol, now was that so hard? I kind of realized your crazy schedule after a little while. You're doing something right now that I could never do. I know that you're in a world of doctors and people who do this shit all the time. But, those of us who don't have MD in front of our names are pretty impressed by what you're doing right now. Just thought you should know.
Keep up the good work Cleric Dave,
The Beatnik"
This was 6 AM Thursday morning after a 4 hour nap. I paused.
and continued to pause.
I have become so inundated with cholecystectomies (gallbladder removals) and hernia repairs (fixing weak areas of bellies and groins) and other surgical terms that I was missing out on the simple fact that the majority of humanity never sees the things surgeons and the OR staff do. Yeah, during the surgery I wondered who the hell thought up taking someone's bone from a leg to rebuild a jaw, but the actual procedure never amazed me because it made sense. To laypeople though, it's practically magic. The patient sees the difference between what they used to look and feel like compared to how everything is after a surgery and it's amazing.
That's what my two months on Surgery have boiled down to: Amazing.
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