So, I'm trying to do this new thing in which I take some photos of my day that I find too random for IG but still kinda nice. Think of it as some sort of documentary about my boring life.
In today's episode, we've got shoes. Shoes used by male stuff of operating block.
Last few weeks (or months really) have changed my perspective on surgeons, anesthesiologist and rest of operating stuff. Earlier I knew that there was a block and anesthesiologist made you sleep and then surgeon did his magic and bang you are cured. But life's not that simple. The whole operating block works as one big, well oiled machine, like some big organism or a hive, really. Everyone got their job: from simple cleaning stuff to professor of neurosurgery. Everyone is equal in eyes of the machine: you wear standardized scrubs, standardized shoes, cap on your head, mask on your face. And all those masked, faceless people work together each doing their job and accepting their role. How many times I have seen scrub nurse reprimand a professor, because he didn't obey certain rules. I bet that if that happened outside of the block he wouldn't take it so lightly, but there things are different.
So those shoes are exactly that -- a symbol of this weird equality and hive mind that is present on the other side of the lock.
Not counting the students, of course, because we wear different clothes and know nothing basically. But despite that, equality.
