So, I assisted this consultant surgeon one time. I’ve actually assisted him twice before, but he didn’t remember me. Nevertheless, he asked for my name and a little about my background.
Some surgeons are like that. They control the conversation, they put everyone at ease while he’s drilling a hole on the patient’s head.
The one thing I like about this particular surgeon is that he has a wealth of information regarding music. Well, at least about the bands he likes. Beach Boys was the background music that time (deliberately played because we knew he’d love it, and because he’s kind of a music snob to today’s music), so he kept on talking about them. How the band fared during his time, how they were compared to the Beatles, etc.
That went on for a while as I handed him the needed instruments. Then he turned his attention to me.
"What kind of band do you like, Ms. Marikina?"
He asked where I came from prior to the start of the surgery.
Then everyone’s attention was on me— residents’ and anesthesiologists’.
"Uhm… Eraserheads." I said that with a bit of hesitation, knowing he’d scoff at it.
And scoff he did. “What? Eraserheads? Sounds baduy to me.”
I gave a small laugh. I mean, I really don’t want to argue with someone who hasn’t experienced the Eheads’ music.
"Well, have you even heard about the Carpenters?"
"Well, Sir, I know them, but I haven’t really listened to their music because I was born in 1990."
That did it. Everyone in the OR laughed. The consultant seemed a bit embarrassed and surprised that someone as young as I am is already a professional.
"Why, I was already a resident when you were born!"
Yep, I thought, it makes you feel old, doesn’t it?