However, just as doom was about to eclipse the last rays of light and forever smite the forces of good in this otherwise barren landscape of horror, the head doctor had his epiphany from an unlikely source. He looked up from the table and, to his surprise, spotted a dashingly handsome young medical student, ardently observing the proceedings at hand and focusing his passionate, dreamy blue eyes on the large gaping wounds before him. This young, single, and disease-free man, built with the strong arms, sharp mind, and soothingly sexy voice reflective of his Ashkenazi Jewish heritage, was standing by the operating table, waiting hours and hours for a moment, this moment, when his greatness would be exposed and his path to medical immortality would be secured. The head surgeon quickly made eye contact, was momentarily paralyzed by the penetrating power of this medical student's eyes, and then uttered the words that would define the beginning of the patient's climb back to health. With a soft, feeble voice, he tried to get the medical student's attention:
The medical student turned his attention away from the gory mess of vessels, nerves, muscles and skin, and turned his head all around, wondering if someone was talking to him. Surely the doctor knew his real name but wanted to use "you" so as not to make the four other medical students in the room feel left out.
The medical student pointed to himself in a questioning matter, but before he could speak the doctor began his words that would begin the student’s week on otolaryngology (head and neck surgery), as well as begin his flight to the top of the greatest legends in the history of medicine:
“Could you turn up the volume on my iPod?”
The medical student briskly leaped over to the iPod/stereo combination the surgeon had brought with him, examined the complicated contraption, felt for the appropriate buttons, and deftly turned up the volume, exposing the from-the-streets beat developed by Eazy-E many years in the past and revealing the musical tastes of the attending physician for all to appreciate...
In a world so full of terror, disgrace, and the banality of mankind, one must try to pause and remind oneself of a truly important fact: there are still heroes in this world, people who rise above the status quo, the average, the mundane, to produce something so beautiful, so profound, as to make all that came before it obsolete, and all that was to come after it a byproduct of the original success. The medical student paused, listened to the rap (“Boyz N Tha Hood” by Eazy-E) that now loudly filled the OR, and knew that his work was done. For just as he pumped up the volume, the mood in the OR changed from dark to light, the attitudes shifted from despair to the utmost optimism, and in only five more hours, the woman’s jaw was reconstructed, her cancer removed, and her future ensured. All thanks to a young medical student and his swift action. In a profession where the goal of saving lives and patient care has often been replaced by the bottom line and a fear of lawsuits, rest assured that there are still people so pure and noble as to uphold these original ideals in all their medical works. As the late Eazy-E, whose life was so tragically cut short, once poignantly stated, "Yeah, I kicked a little ass, but that was a blast from the past muthafucka...get busy ya ya ya y'all"
Yes…get busy. Get busy, y'all.