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In the dark,
Her legs in stirrups and draped,
At first furtive glance looking
Like a settee covered for winter,
She was easily mistaken for furniture.
To green-gowned novitiates
The OR was a whirl—
Bottles of blood on the wall,
Sucking, hissing sounds,
And cutlery set at side table—
A ritual in the making.
Heady vapors ablated my smell,
And breathing labored through
The dampening mask.
Glasses steam; two senses gone.
Suddenly that clank,
And with an eerie low hum,
Labial parts flare incandescent,
Strangely disembodied and
Frothy brown with betadyne prep.
Queuing now we wait to press for the
On Fainting before the First Pelvic Exam. Ann Intern Med. 1992;117:167. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-117-2-167
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