I saw this on another blog and was shocked. My gosh, these are some huge transformations! 😮

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“Never tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon.”   – Anonymous

So. I almost fainted.

The clinic’s closed today, so I thought I’d do some more recap.

As you probably already learned from the title, I almost fainted a few weeks ago! Go me!

There was one guy who had gotten an otoplasty surgery (the same guy I talked about a couple posts ago). Let’s call him Tim.

So, Tim came in for a post-op appointment, and Dr. Lee removed the bindings around his ear to inspect it. The ear looked…it was…um…less than pleasant. It was very pink and fleshy and a bit gross-looking. But I guess that’s how it was supposed to look, considering, you know, it was recently attacked by needles.

I looked on as Dr.Lee checked Tim’s left ear, lifting it a little to look behind.

Tim began bleeding. A lot.

I passed needles and such to Dr. Lee as he asked for them, but all I could really see was Tim and the blood. He was grimacing in pain and blood kept on dripping down.

I began to feel sick to my stomach. He wasn’t supposed to bleed this much, right? There was something wrong with him, right? RIGHT?!

The room became smaller and smaller. I felt strange, like all the blood in my body was rushing to my head. The room began spinning.

Seriously. If I didn’t get out of there pronto, this was going to be me:

Maddi at her finest.

No exaggeration, there. I really felt like I was going to faint.

Like any self-respecting teenager, I said that I had to go the bathroom and hightailed it out of there.

Unfortunately, getting out of the room didn’t help me at all. I stumbled down the hallway and into the bathroom, but the bathroom was dark.  I couldn’t even find the light switch, so I just ended up getting really confused. Groping the walls, I made it back down the hallway.

The nurse, Sharon, finally found me and sat me down with a cup of water before I ended up hurting somebody. It probably looked like this:

But in my mind, it looked more like this:

I swear I could’ve cried in relief. I’d never really felt that way before, so it was a surprisingly scary experience. It was one of the first times I ever felt so out of control of my body. My mind had been completely sound, but my body clumsy and jelly-like.

Fortunately, sitting down and drinking the water helped me considerably. The nausea left my head, leaving it cold and tingling

Meanwhile, Dr. Lee and Sharon had to do an emergency surgery on Tim because something was wrong with his left ear, making it bleed so profusely.

Tim (and I) ended up being perfectly fine. I didn’t faint, and Tim’s surgery went without difficulty. Tim seems to be enjoying his results.

Dr. Lee reassured me later on that feeling lightheaded is perfectly normal. It’s actually the body’s reaction to seeing blood. Even he used to feel that way, but becoming a surgeon desensitized him to it.

Thank God. If I stayed like that forever, I could never be a surgeon. I’d faint on top of my patients in the middle of some life-changing surgery.

It’s nice that Dr. Lee and Sharon are so supportive, though. Imagine if Dr. Lee wasn’t so understanding.

Thank God, Donald Trump isn’t my boss.

Unless.

Unless Dr. Lee is Donald Trump.

Plot twist.

My Name Tag

My Name Tag

Dr. Lee provides all his employees with these lovely name tags, and he got me one, too.

It makes me feel all professional-like 😉

I Should Be a Scrub Model

We should first start out with the awesome, so…I got scrubs! PINK scrubs. Pink, extremely comfortable, scrub-like scrubs. I wanted to take a pretty picture of myself in said scrubs, but they all turned out weird. Not like I took the photo shoot seriously or anything. Enjoy the insanity.

Don’t judge me.

Anyways, today’s day at the clinic was marvelous. I did the usual (preparing rooms, bringing patients to the rooms, making them comfortable), and I shadowed a few of Dr. Lee’s appointments.

One man got an otoplasty recently, and Dr. Lee had to remove a scar which had formed in his ear. He is going to perform a skin graft on him later this week, removing skin from the back of the ear to the area the scar had once covered.

Obviously, the patient had some concerns like whether the graft would be noticeable, but Dr. Lee handled it well. I’m really excited to see the results of the procedure.

I’ve never seen a skin graft, so I’m curious as to whether it really is unnoticeable, as Dr. Lee claimed.

Other than that, the day was pretty laid back. Can’t wait to wear my scrubs go again next week!

Recap – The First Day

From now on, I’ll be updating every Saturday with fun and exciting internship stories…but until then, why not a little recap?

My very first day at Enhance Medical Center was definitely the most daunting. Sharon, the nurse, gave me a friendly tour of the clinic and started me on the “easy” stuff. Basically, I cleaned and set up rooms after each patient left, wrote thank you cards, and shadowed Dr. Lee.

The last one was definitely the most exciting.

I became quite amazing at cleaning rooms, if I do say so myself. Even though all I had to do was replace the disposable paper sheets on the chairs and make sure the counter was clear…hehe. The hardest part was ripping that annoying little roll of paper.

Ok. So, it’s not supposed to be that hard. I’m just not endowed with paper-ripping skills.

I wanted to bring up a picture of the paper chair liners to demonstrate, but Google brought me a picture of this. Like, a page filled with them:

Bad, Google. Bad boy.

They definitely didn’t make me rip those. But you get the idea.

Writing thank you notes was an easier, though tedious endeavor. I thought they were super sincere gestures; and although I wrote so many, I literally memorized the message word by word, they definitely gave me a good impression of the clinic.

Handwritten thank you cards? I mean, that’s pretty intense. I loved it.

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It’s classy, too.

The best part of it all was shadowing Dr. Lee. Honestly, before interning here, I had absolutely no idea how plastic surgery worked, how people looked after the procedure, etc. The workings of plastic surgery in my mind was merely a vague jumble of syringes and nose jobs and botox-crazy women on reality shows I never even watched.

That first time seeing someone right after plastic surgery popped my bubble. I guess I assumed everyone was super pretty and attractive as soon as they left the doctor the day of their surgery.

God. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I remember seeing a lady with a face so swollen I could hardly imagine what she actually looked like. Chipmunk cheeks pressing against puffy, red eyes, she smiled as Dr. Lee introduced me as his intern. I tried to maintain my composure, but inside my head, I was shocked.

This woman got plastic surgery? This is what people look like…afterwards? How does she even go around? How long until she looks…human? I was shocked. Not repulsed or revolted, just terribly surprised and terribly curious.

It’s funny how utterly clueless I was (and still am, I assure you). I had (…and still have) a lot to learn.

I returned home that day full of wonder and excitement. It sounds cheesy, but honestly, that’s the best way I can think of to describe my mood. If I could learn so much in just one day, I thought, how much could I learn in a week, a month, a year?

That tremulous excitement, more than anything, was how I knew just how perfect this job was for me.

More “Recap” coming soon!

Plastic Surgery, Blogs, and Hopping, Blonde Princesses

When I landed my first ever internship at a plastic surgery clinic a few weeks ago, blogging was the last thing I had on my mind.

Blogging is so…I don’t know. It’s formidable, definitely.

I tried blogging a few times before, but I got so lazy and bored that they ended up as giant, weird blobs of nothingness. You know your blog is dead when you start comparing dancing cats to Michael Jackson.

I’m not trying to be funny. I actually did that.

What got me back here…writing to a possibly nonexistent audience (go me!)…was the internship that I first landed in December.

I’ve always wanted to be a doctor. I mean, I still have the second grade poster which says “I want to bee a doctor!” with a picture of me, dressed in a doctor’s costume, awkwardly cradling a bear. I jammed plastic syringes into my poor brother’s arms for five years (child abuse? I think so.) until my doctor’s kit was donated. Seriously, I had a doctor’s kit. That was some pretty legit stuff.

When I was generously accepted as an intern at a family friend’s plastic surgery clinic, this was what went on in my head between me and my conscience:

…Which quickly turned into this:

I was thrilled! And rightly so. I’d been searching around for an internship for months, but most places did not start to accept interns until they were at least 16. Add to that the fact that I could pass for a 12-year-old… and you have the situation I was in.

Hardly anyone would accept a 15-year-old girl with nothing to claim but a passion for medicine.  I was lucky, and I knew it.

The experience at the clinic in Beverly Hills has been amazing so far, and Dr. Lee and his staff have all been very friendly and welcoming.

So, here I am, writing this two months later. I’ve been interning every Saturday since early December, and Dr. Lee recently recommended that I start a blog to record my experience.

Whew. Daunting, but I think it’ll be totally worth it. So, here it goes. May this blog see every triumph and every failure, every mischance and every breathtaking wonder that I encounter along the way. Here’s to a brand new year and a brand new internship!