Scraping off fat is a disgusting affair. It's a bright yellow color. The woman this morning had a layer about an inch thick covering her breastbone. Her plump and featureless form lay pale under a surgical lamp. She was the subject of attention and marvel of several surgeons, assistants, and...recently...myself. "So round" seemed to be the sentiment of everyone in the room. I stood, as a ghost, in the corner and observed.

Waiting is hard. I talked to a DO that I shadowed today. I'm going to try to get in again next week. The artisanship and care is beautiful.