My surgery was a success!
I of course never doubted for a minute that it wouldn’t be—I doubted it for days, mostly in the what-if-I-die-on-the-table? vein, or far, far worse, what-if-she-cuts-in-there-and-there’s- 650 more words
My fondest memory during plastic surgery residency interviews was being handed a bar of soap with a plastic knife and told to carve an ear on the interview day. 513 more words
by Samuel Lin
I received a call from my plastic surgeon’s secretary on Thursday with the date of my surgery: May 28. That had a few inconveniences attached to it—Tessa would be arriving back home from Russia the same evening; my boyfriend is planning to fly out May 29 to visit his sick father. 322 more words