Fit to be a patient
// June 23rd, 2009 // 3 Comments » // Family, Surgery

For those that follow my twitter feed, it will be no surprise that I have been on a fitness kick. This has extended to 6am group personal training. Do you know how cold it is at 6am in Melbourne at the moment? And how warm it is in bed curled up with one year old, three year old or handsome man?
Without becoming a crying, fat person, I wanted to explain my motivation. It is all related to my work. Operating on someone is one of the more intimate interactions you can have. You get to know what they look like on the inside, and not in some vague, philosophical way. You get to touch their fat. Ewwwhgh.
I work in an affluent western area, so our patients are mostly overweight, especially by the time they get bowel cancer in their sixties or seventies. And operating on a fat person can be really, really difficult. It is physical tiring to manipulate that extra flesh. And the fat is ubiquitous - everywhere and always in the way. The anatomy is harder to see, so the “figuring out where you are” phase of an operation lasts a lot longer.
I have been able to ignore the similarities between my physique and that of my difficult patients. I am young enough that being a surgical patient is unlikely. Then I had an emergency caesarean section, and realised I am at risk of needing surgery.
So I am trying to lose weight so I won’t be the fat anaesthetised person. I want to be the one where the surgeons are amazed at the beautiful anatomy. I know it’s a little wierd, but that is what counts for me.




