To a certain extent, I mean me. I do apologize for my absence, dear readers. For awhile, I didn't have much interesting to talk about, and then I felt bad about updating after so long away (like that awkward moment when you have to finally reply to an email weeks and weeks after you got it...)... But, figured I'd put on the big girl panties and return from the dead.
So, we're starting to learn the ins and outs of surgery. Personally, I am scared shitless about surgery. It seems once per lecture (at least), we're reminded of some new way we can possibly kill our patients. Not to mention that all surgical instruments look like torture instruments. (Or home improvement implements...)
Exhibit A: Finochietto rib retractor
As a bonus, it even squeaked in a wonderfully macabre way. As we're staring at a positively terrifying array of surgical instruments, a friend happily points to the rib retractor and proclaims, "Finochietto. And I only know that because it was in a game I played."
Being a video game geek myself, I stared blankly at him for a minute before saying, "Okay, you can't say that and then NOT say what game it was."
"The Walking Dead." And then, before my imagination could really run away from me (I don't like zombies...), he added "You use it to open a door."
So there you have it. It's the Swiss Army knife of surgical tools. Holds open ribs, terrifies small children (and according to another classmate, anyone who saw the movie "Hostel") and in a pin, can wedge open a stubborn stuck door.
