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.
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