Sadly, my family will not be able to attend the celebrations as I was self-educated. I always felt like I was meant for something greater than the small town life I grew up in. So, instead of attending medical school, I dedicated every waking moment to learning everything I could about surgery. It was a long and difficult road, but I finally made it.
But as I prepared for my first surgery as a fully-fledged surgeon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had missed out on something crucial. It wasn’t until the patient was already under anesthesia that I realized what it was.
I had never actually performed surgery on a real live person before.
Panic set in as I realized the enormity of what I was about to do. I had watched and read about countless surgeries, but it was all theoretical knowledge. Would I be able to actually perform the procedure correctly?
I tried to calm myself down and focus on the task at hand. But something felt wrong. The room grew increasingly dark and foreboding, and I realized that there was someone else in the room with me.
It was a patient I had seen before – a strange man with a distorted face and sinister energy. He leered at me from the operating table, his eyes empty and soulless.
I tried to ignore him and focus on the task at hand, but he kept drawing my attention away. And then, suddenly, he sat up on the operating table and began to laugh maniacally.
I froze in fear, unsure of what to do. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, he lunged at me with his diseased, twisted fingers.
I bolted out of the operating room, heart pounding in terror. That was the first and last time I ever attempted to perform surgery alone. And to this day, I can’t shake the feeling that I narrowly avoided a horrific tragedy.