Fortunately, the meds kicked in before I had time to understand what had just been said…

I was a petite 22 year old, nervously about to have my first hospital experience, a fairly minor surgical removal of uterine polyps, in a teaching hospital. There had been seemingly dozens of young doctors-to-be buzzing about as they desperately tried to absorb all the information they could from their Instructor-Doctors while still appearing confident enough to impress them.

We moved to a tiny OR, where my student anesthesiologist began administering the drugs. “Count backwards from 100…“

Suddenly, the door blew open, and the last thing I remember was looking over to see the supervising anesthesiologist burst in with a panicked, “THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR HER!! “