My personal journey with anxiety

31 Oct 2020

Howard, O.

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It was the middle of summer and I was standing in the stiflingly hot, airless surgery room. I was swaddled head-to-toe in full scrubs, a surgical gown, hat, mask and sticky latex gloves. The heat felt overwhelming and my mask was making it difficult to breathe. I could hear the clock ticking in the corner, and I kept praying that its hands would miraculously turn backwards to give me just a little bit more time.

I was in the middle of performing a spay on an extremely overweight Rottweiler. Blood was slowly oozing to the surface – but where exactly it was coming from, I wasn’t sure.

The longer I tried to locate the bleeding vessel, the more stressed I became. And the more stressed I became, the more difficult it was to think clearly

The longer I tried to locate the bleeding vessel, the more stressed I...