Power trip.

I thought I'd do this blog in a third person commentary on life, the universe and everything (sorry Doug, but you know you're the best). Didn't plan on it getting more personal than the things I wanted to criticize and comment on but every once in a while something happens that needs to screamed out loud to the world. Or at least screamed out loud. What follows is one of them. And for those who think its a really bad crib about work/dad/petrol/traffic, et cetera, breathe easy. This one is a scream of joy.

Today I realised the idea behind my choice of profession. Well, to be honest, I realised it many moons ago, but today my belief was reinforced like none other. (Gloat Warning : This is my blog and I shall gloat if I choose to do so) It has come to pass over the past few months that I have been getting to do a lot more at work than I used to earlier. Also having a lot more dumped on me and thus suffering from work induced lack of sleep and digestion. The remuneration, if the term can be applied to non monetary benefits (the powers that be have done little despite a black badge etc), has been substantial. Today gently dissected free an enlarged thyroid gland. For those of you who know and care, had an overall blood loss of 50 mL, exposed the recurrent Laryngeal nerve through its entire cervical course and did a hemithyroidectomy. Patient showed no evidence of vocal cord palsy, transient or otherwise post op. For those of you who didn't comprehend the bottom line is that I did a bloody (well actually not so bloody) good job.

I thus have come to realise that my job is a total and complete power trip. It's an in control feeling that can't be beaten by any other. Me, my Scalpel, the quiet hum of the airconditioner (I think I'm a little obsessed with them), a good assistant, the reassuring beep of the monitors... if there's more to life than this, I don't want to know.
Now I've screamed out loud. Time for a beer, dinner and a night of satisfied sleep.