Ovariohysterectomy Hysteria

If you read my blogger bio or happen to be someone that knows me personally, you know that I am not one to fear surgery. I have a healthy respect for tissue handling and the challenges that potentially may arise from a "routine" surgery, but I don't fear those situations.

Until now.

I've recently been plagued with a number of obese dogs who, as a bonus, have all happened to be in heat. I have been elbow deep in adipose tissue (fat), which makes for a very slimy mess. Think about trying to tie a knot in fishing line after lathering soap onto your hands first. Not easy. Not to mention the vessels I'm trying to ligate (stop the flow) are the size of a water hose. A water hose whose flow I'm trying to stop with fishing line after lathering soap onto my hands first. I even have sore spots on my hands from where the suture and needle holders dig into my skin through my gloves. Just today, during a very bloody surgery, I noticed that my surgery gown was soaked in blood at the spot where I lean on the surgery table. Of course, when I de-gowned, I had a huge blood stain on my shirt. Sheesh.

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