No one likes to lose control, but as a surgeon there’s nothing worse.
It’s a sign of weakness, of not being up to the task. And still
there are times when it just gets away from you. When the world stops
spinning and you realize that your shiny little scalpel isn’t gonna save
you. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. And it’s scary as
hell. Except if there’s an upside to free-falling, it’s the chance you
give your friends to catch you.
They say practice makes perfect. Theory is – the more you think like a
surgeon, the more you become one, the better you get at remaining
neutral, clinical, cut, suture, close - and the harder it becomes to
turn it off. To stop thinking like a surgeon, and remember
what it means to think like a human being.
There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing
when to say when. I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and
desire. It’s entirely up to the individual. And depends on what’s being
poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there’s no such
thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more.