Surgery

They moved in perfect harmony to each other - totally in sync; without the slightest hesitation or doubt in their skills - so much so that it was almost too breathtaking to watch. They were like a group of musicians playing out the most beautiful of orchestral symphonies.

They were, for lack of a better word, INSPIRING!!!

And there i stood - almost completely ignored at the corner with my legs going numb and my back screaming pain. Which, in all honesty was perfectly fine by me, so long as they let me be part of that amazing way they worked; that effortless way they moved.

It isn't hard imagining myself doing this for a living.

"Izzy - the remarkable female surgeon"

I can just clearly see me there - scalpel in hand, a group of nurses at my disposal hanging on my every command as i perform a three-stage oesophagectomy or an abdominal aortic aneurysm repair like a pro oozing with coolness.

....Ah, i'll be the perfect center of attention! (o_O)

But alas, a girl can dream as big and as grandiose a dream as she wants and life would still crush those fairy tale dreams with reality, knocking her out cold in the process.

Surgery, ladies and gentleman (and this may come as a surprise to some), is a male-dominated field~ Like high speed machines or football matches, a woman's presence in this sacred places of men is highly frown upon. (And i'd do good to remember that~)

So, yes... i have given up on my outrageously self-indulging dream before it even started.

But that's okay~

No really, it's okay.....

.....cos those hideous green surgical scrubs do nothing to flatter my sense of style anyway~