I didn't see this coming. After all I'm a physician who collects sample from the OR, minding my own business. And then it was that neurosurgeon who started talking. I was fooled to participate in the conversation. We know each other but we hadn't really talked that much. He was going to operate a glioma. I haven't realized the dire situation I was sinking into. He said that it would be very interesting to watch. I fell for it. I felt that it would sound rude to say no goodbye.

His acolytes residents got me to wash my hands and put me sterilized scrubs. I don't know how long this procedure took. I felt that it lasted more than med school itself but it must have been like 7 hours? My sweat was 5 times my body weight. I got a sample though

The worst part was his explaining. I don't recall a single think about neuroanatomy. But he does! He was saying many things that I could not understand. And after this thriller was over and got unscrubbed he came with me to return to his normal clothes. The explaining would not stop. I remember at some point I was trying to put my pants on and he would tell me something that I can't even name in english and he was asking "are you following" and I was like yeah yeah.

There's an even worst part. He mailed me that night with a review article about gliomas and the OR programme for his next operations and said that he'd be happy to see me in the OR.

I think I'll start a new career as a librarian in one of the closed libraries.

I'm trying to think whether he hates me and that was my punishment, whether he's into me and that's his way of showing his interest or whether everybody is a potential prisoner, just like Venus flytrap is catching innocent flies like me.