Friday, January 18, 2013

trust



as i have mentioned before, all surgeons think they are the best. of course when we ourselves need surgery, there is a bit of a dilemma deciding who is the best qualified to carry out the procedure. so when i realized there was a strange looking skin lesion in my right inner thigh, i decided only the best would do to operate me.

in my rooms i informed the sister i would be carrying out a minor procedure. she immediately prepared everything as she had done for me many times before. only once everything was ready did she look around suspiciously at the empty waiting room and ask where the patient was. i informed her i would be performing the procedure on myself. she was very nearly successful in suppressing a laugh.

because the patient was a bit shy, and because of the precarious positioning of the lesion, i asked the sister to rather not be in the procedure room during the procedure but to wait outside, at least within earshot, just in case the surgeon ran into trouble.

quite soon i had positioned myself in a sitting position, pants on the floor next to me and procedure trolley within easy reach. i carefully covered my important bits, just in case i would be required to call out for help, and got started.

despite my severe needle phobia, the localising of the area went well and i did not pass out, which i definitely viewed as a good thing. the only problem i had was that my left hand found it necessary to hold my block and tackle out of the operation area and this essentially left me with only my right hand free to do the operation. fortunately i am that good that i could still remove the lesion with only one hand. unfortunately, as i was soon to discover, i am not that good that i can tie surgical knots with only one hand.

i placed the first stitch without too much trouble, but i just couldn't tie the knot. every time i removed my left hand, my gear fell over the gaping wound making it impossible for me to go on. this is about the moment i discovered the walls in our rooms are surprisingly sound proof.

so, to summarize, there i sat alone in the procedure room with a large self inflicted wound in my inner thigh with one hand holding my wickets and the other trying to figure out how to close the wound, shouting in vain for the sister to come to my rescue. in the back of my mind i was a bit worried exactly what that rescue would entail. she would have to do one of two very important things. either she would have to carry on with the operation and thereby deprive me the privilege of being operated by the best surgeon, or she would have to hold the family jewels out of the way.

finally she heard my increasingly desperate supplications and came in. this time there was little laughter, what with my looking alone and forlorn with a large bleeding wound between my legs. feeling a bit sheepish i explained my predicament and without too much pomp and ceremony, quite soon i could continue with the operation, my manhood totally at the mercy of my employee. i hoped then that i had been a good employer, but it was too late to turn back. i  threw in the sutures, amazed at the severe tremor my hands had developed. it may have been that i had been overcome with a deep concern for my patient, or at the very least his equipment. whatever the reason, despite my shaking hands, i managed to get the stitches placed and close the wound with a plaster. only once my pants no longer lay beside me on the floor, but had been returned to their rightful place and i felt less vulnerable did my hands stop shaking.

15 comments:

Cal said...

This is hilarious! Really happened?

It reminded of an episode of "House" in which he operates on himself in the bathtub. Ends more dramatically than yours, but in a similar vein.

Besides the hands trembling did your cheeks blush crimson red at the embarrassment? Mine would have.

SeaSpray said...

Oh Bongi - this is FUNNY! I'm LINKING! :)

You surgeons must be a tough, determined breed.

Thankfully she was there ..ha ha!
Oh to be a butterfly on that wall ... :)

I'm curious - knowing what you know now, would you have done something differently and still carried on or would you allow second best to do the job?

rlbates said...

Hope you managed a proper plastics closure. :)

Bongi said...

seaspray i still think i'd do it myself, although i think it may have been a good idea to use elastoplast to strap certain ....things out of the way before starting.

ramona, bearing in mind the position of the wound and therefore the fact that pretty much noone will ever see the scar, i wasn't considering cosmesis and just wanted to get the wound closed.

Dr Guinevere said...

I've missed your writing, Bongi. Hope the diagnosis on your lesion was favourable.

Craig Taverner said...

I had thought that episode of house was unrealistic, but I'm certainly re-thinking my position!

Justin said...

Physician heal thyself.

Mimu said...

missed your writings :) curious what was the diagnosis...anyway hope it was nothing serious.

Mal Content said...

I once worked with a surgeon who insisted that he had performed his own circumcision...mind you, he did walk with a limp

anne said...

and is the patho back yet, or did you insist on doing that yourself too? ;-)

Christa Le Roux said...

Wow. It almost feels as if I were there.

Anonymous said...

I've missed your writing - glad you're back!!

Anonymous said...

In the USA we'd have put you in a mental hospital. What else to do when you see a naked man with his jewels in one hand and a scalpel in the other?

kesehatan said...

I think a lot of doctors who treat himself. but what you tell us here may include the most unique story of healing

Sid Schwab said...

A lot like my own experience, especially positioning my nurse outside the door, primed to listed for the sound of a person falling.

My self-surgery was a lipoma on my arm, however; so I didn't have the issues with neighboring organs. Even if the location had been like yours, I wouldn't have. Which leads me to conclude that this post is really a way to tell us of the prodigious size of your manhood. Nicely done. Not doubted.