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Vascular Surgery

There’s a good reason women make the best surgeons, she thought. Quick, deft hands, single-pointed concentration, focus. She thought of the women jet engine mechanics she had met in the Air Force. Not that she had been in the Air Force; but in the course of her duties as a civilian surgeon under contract, she had met them.
+++++Now, reining in her reverie, she was intent on the task at hand. Dratthis light, she thought. She really needed a more direct lightsource, but one has to work with what one has at hand.
+++++Slowly, painstakingly, she drew the outlines with a surgical marker : carotid triangle; carotid vein; carotid artery. This, the artery,was what she wanted.
+++++She steadied the syringe she had readied with an oh-so-fine needle : 27 gauge. 2% lidocaine with epinephrine. Enough analgesia for comfort, and enough epinephrine to ensure a relatively bloodless field. She couldn’t help chuckling : bloodless indeed.
+++++Squinting in the insufficient light, she injected the layers: first the skin, then the loose fascia of the neck. Lastly, the layer surrounding the vessels of the neck, careful to avoid direct injection into the wall of the vessel, which might cause a spasm.
+++++Now it was time to cut. She picked up the number 11 scalpel and steadied her hand. Carefully, carefully she opened the delicate skinof the neck, noting with satisfaction that the epinephrine had doneits job. There was no need for the tiny hemostats she had ready incase of superficial bleeders. The next layer, the loose fascia, pulsated bluish, overlying the great vessels of the neck. These she would blunt dissect with the larger curved hemostats. She injected a bit more of the anesthetic, just to be sure. No need to cause discomfort, which might result in movement.
+++++At last the artery was exposed. She marveled at its pulsations, atthe tiny arteries that nourished the big one, and the miniscule veins that issued from it, carrying its waste into the larger system of veins, to be cleansed by the liver and kidneys downstream.
+++++Holding her breath, she slid the first hemostat jaws open, under theartery. Clamp. The vessel, trapped in the jaws of the clamp, stopped pulsing abruptly. There was no going back now. Now the second hemostat, exactly one and a half centimeters below the first: clamp. She raised the surgical scissors, poised for the definitive cut between the clamps.
+++++Tilting her head to see better in the mirror, she cursed the dim lightin that bathroom again. And then, the definitive cut! In a single motion, she swiftly removed the two clamps and was instantly drenchedin red liquid.
+++++A scream of agony split the night as she sat bolt upright in the bed, heart pounding, drenched in sweat, clutching the sodden bed clothes as she struggled, locked in the arms of the Angel of Death like biblical Jacob.
+++++Frantically clutching her throat, she rushed to the bathroom, the very same bathroom, and strained toward the mirror in the same dim light.
+++++Nothing. Her throat, graceful and bluish white as ever, shone back at her from the reflection
+++++Sucking in a deep gulp of air, letting it out in a sigh that brought the dog running, she splashed water on her face and neck, toweling off the sweat
+++++“It’s OK, buddy,” she whispered to her whining canine companion. “Just another nightmare”. The dog smiled anxiously, wagged his tail tentatively, and licked her calf. She reached down and patted his faithful head.
+++++“Good thing I have you, she murmured. Stripping off her sweat-soaked nightgown, she rinsed off in the shower before throwing on a fresh one.  She sank into the recliner with a book: sleep would not visit again, not tonight.

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