Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
The operating room was rocking. People could hardly hear what each other were saying. The young new surgeon was blasting his favorite playlist through the O.R. speakers, which unfortunately for me was mounted on top of my anesthesia cart. He is a good surgeon with a great personality. Everybody likes working with him. But his taste in music runs towards, what's a charitable way of describing it, urban. When he first started working here he received a few complaints from the staff about his music. Now everybody's cool with it, as long as you don't mind the lyrics or the volume.
Tonight I'm f***** you! Tonight I'm f***** you! Tonight I'm f***** you!
Since the speakers are placed on my cart, I have the unlucky privilege of sitting closest to the noise, I mean, music. It's like sitting in the front row of a hip hop concert. Worse than that. It's like sitting directly in front of the speakers in front row of a hip hop concert. The booming bass sends 128 beats per minute vibrations clear through my body. While the volume may be tolerable for everybody else, they are all at least ten feet away. My eardrums are melting being only a couple of feet from the source.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!
The first time we worked together he asked me to play some music during the case. I asked him what kind of music he liked. He replied he liked anything. Since I didn't know him well, I put on my most generic, least offensive playlist consisting of classic rock with a few country and western thrown in. This list will satisfy 95% of the surgeons here. He, lamentably, wasn't one of them. He quickly nixed it and brought out his own. I'm not sure where he was trained but it was obvious they didn't mind rap since he had no qualms about playing music which loudly trumpeted misogyny and male chauvinism. He raised some eyebrows at first but he eventually won us over with his humor, knowledge, and efficiency.
Everywhere you turn I'm going to make you wet!
Thank goodness for his speed. I can't stand much more of this. Now I know what it's like to sit in those lowriders I come across all over Los Angeles. When the case is finished, the surgeon quickly leaves, taking his music with him. At last, peace and quiet. Now I can put on something that is relatively more calming. Metallica anyone?
Rap is by far the most evil, vile, disgusting ever created. Did I say created, I meant wrenched from the bowels of hell. All to annoy those of intelligence and good taste.ReplyDelete