Procedure Finished
Done.
I feel good about it. Actually, exhausted. But my hands are clean. Hands clean, garments clean, I presented a sterile environment, and my hands were as good as they’ve ever been.
Ms. Wheeze should be a happy woman. Her face will be as good as natural healing allows.
Staying clean is key. Did I say that already?
What I remember from the procedure:
-Ms. Wheeze had a strange smell coming from her abdomen, which I ignored and let the other assistants handle
-Ms. Wheeze’s face. Her previous face. I would kiss it. So was she unattractive? Am I being unprofessional? I’m just calling it like it is. No, I probably wouldn’t marry her. But I’m a wolf anyway.
-I was thinking of a new way to palm an English Penny for a transposing coin routine using a Scotch and Soda set and an expanded half shell. I’m good at the classic palm, but back-palming is impossible. I could, however, do a little pinky clip of the coin and tilt my hand.
-I thought to myself, once again, how strange it is that I’ve never been in surgery before as a patient. I’ve often reflected on this, but I wondered, during Ms. Wheeze’s procedure, if I should do something to myself requiring surgery, just so I can experience it once from the other side.
She’s recovering nicely.
I’m glad the surgery is done!
Now the real work begins.
Integrating back into the community of mannequins …going through the tremendous psychological adjustments ahead.
My heart goes with her.