Feet throbbing with aching back and mind. Green pajama donned everyone’s with ties from everywhere out the back. The facemask tied, surgical cap tired, gown tied.. everywhere ties.
The room smells of antiseptic, the instruments lined- oh the instruments how many there are. Lights like hoover crafts and screens from every angle.
What is it? What makes anyone want to be apart of this sci-fi movie?
As one who saw a future in pediatrics, full of tiny ones with anxious mommies- this was the last place I saw myself.
I love it. I love the faded green of my scrubs, the decorative hats of the scrub nurses the way the screen light and the cameras illuminate once the surrounding goes dim. The way a clean incision is made, and even better… once a clean line is made all sewed up.
Nervous of the flesh, the blood guts and gore of it all… the smells and all gadgets foreign. I pictured myself fainting on first cut, scared to make a fool of myself.
The Lord and his tender kindness has given me an ability to stand strong and not the least bit faint these days. He has provided me with kind surgeons and techs to guide me through these virgin waters. I feel as if I’m walking on the moon, suited up in a foreign land, but there is something… something I can’t quite put my finger on that makes me soul feel a tiny rush each time I walk onto that moon.
Maybe you have moonspace… a place that you thought you never would find yourself but in turn found that you felt quite at home. Maybe your fears met and you realized that fear wasn’t the proper emotion but rather you were filled with excitement. What is your moonspace, your surprising place, the place where the tiny spot in your soul jumps!