A Day In The Life..... of the operating room

In 6500 B.C., some guy looked at his sick friend and said, “I have an idea. Why don’t I drill a hole in your skull? It’ll make you feel better.”
Thus, surgery was born.

It takes a certain brand of crazy to come up with an idea like drilling into somebody’s skull, but surgery staff (I'm sure) have always been a confident bunch. We usually know what we’re doing. And when we don’t, we still act like we do.

We walk boldly into undiscovered country, plant a flag, and start ordering people around. It’s invigorating, and terrifying.

We like to think we’re fearless, eager to explore unknown lands and soak up new experiences. But the fact is, we’re always terrified.

Maybe the terror is part of the attraction.

Some people go to horror movies, we cut things open, dive into dark water. And at the end of the day, isn’t that what you’d rather hear about?

If you’ve got one drink, and one friend, and forty-five minutes… smooth rides make for boring stories. A little calamity, that’s worth talking about.

Background

It's evident You run the show,
So let me back down.
You take the leading role,
And I'll play the background.
I know I miss my cues,
Know I forget my lines.
I'm sticking to Your script,
And I'm reading all Your signs.
I don't need my name in lights.
I don't need a starring role.
Why gain the whole wide world,
If I'm just going to loose my soul.
My ways aren't purified,
I'll live according to Your Word.
I can't endure this life,
Without Your wisdom being heard.
Listen up all you dancers
For the pop stars,
Because we all play the background,
But mine's a Rock Star.
So if you need me,
I'll be stage right.
Praying the whole world,
Will start embracing stage fright.
So let me fall back,
And stop giving my suggestions.
Because when I follow my obsessions
I end up confessing,
That I'm not that impressive,
Matter of fact I'm who I are,
A trail of star dust
Leading to the Superstar.
I had a dream that
I was captain of my soul,
I was master of my fate,
Lost control, and then I sank.
So I don't want to take the lead,
Because I'm prone to make mistakes.
All these folks that follow me,
Going end up in the wrong place.
So, just let me shadow You,
And just let me trace Your lines.
Matter of fact just take my pen,
Here, You create my rhymes.
Because if I do this by myself,
I'm scared that I'll succeed.
And no longer trust in You,
Because I only trust in me.
And see, that's how you end up
Headed to destruction,
Paving a road to nowhere,
Pour your life out for nothing.
You pulled my card, I'm bluffing,
You know what's in my hand.
Me, I just roll to trust You,
You cause the dice to land.
I'm in control of nothing,
Follow You at any cost.
Some call it sovereign will,
All I know is You are the boss.
I'm so at ease. I'm so content.
I play the background like it's an instrument.
I know I'm safest when,
I'm in Your will and trust Your word.
And I know I'm dangerous when,
I trust myself, my vision blurred.
And I don't have time,
To play life's foolish games.
I have plenty of aims,
But do they really glorify Your name?
And it's a shame the way
I want to do these things for You, yet,
Don't even cling to You.
Take time to sit and glean from You.
It seems that You were patient
In my ignorance.
If ignorance is bliss,
Its because they've never heard of this.
I could play the background.
Because I know sometimes I get in the way.
So won't You take the lead.
And I can play the background.
And You can take the lead.