A Daily Thing

I am grateful for modern medicine.  In my family we’ve needed surgery on occasion – for some of us life or death, and for others a bit less serious.  I belong to the less serious – even though the 15cm + scar on my right knee looks fairly bad ass (in my moments of self-pity I feel like my right leg is disfigured; in moments of grrrrr I’m proud it looks kind of mean).

The other night despite my best judgement I decided I needed to feel more grateful.   So I turned to ‘The History of Surgery’ on BBC Knowledge.  Now knee surgery is messy and quite gross.  But it was my own grossness so I dealt*.

‘The History of Surgery’ showed me things only a surgeon normally sees.  Along with narration on how tricky it is to sew some human bits together.

I’m grateful – I really am.  But I don’t need to see inside another person’s body to feel even more so.  All I achieved was the old ‘my dinner might be coming back up’ trick as well as a narrowly averted punch in the face when I threw my hands in front of my eyes to hide behind them and I miscalculated a bit.

Even the most talented of surgeons could not help me with my clumsy.  But I’m still grateful.

*My sister and mother also deserve mass acknowledgement for how they dealt with the grossness.  Big time.

(Image from here – Sophie, ma chérie, don’t click!)