I've realized surgery (and medical procedures in general) are very much like arts and crafts. You have to have a lot of concentration, and not get bored with being meticulous with your movements. I observed a sacrocolpopexy the other day, and I was strangely reminded of some kind of basket weaving or needle work.
I've also realized that OB/Gyn is all of the good things I liked about surgery (the OR, doing procedures, quick-to-the-point rounds, "fixing" your patient)... but without all of the things I hated about surgery (not liking or not caring about patients' well-being, competitive patriarchal culture, etc).
This week, I was scrubbed in on a gyn surgery, and the team let me close the skin. I am always rusty and awkward when I start suturing, but as I move along the incision and relax more, I get smoother and faster. When I finally finished sewing up this lady's abdomen, the attending came over to check my handy work, and she goes, "Wow! What do you wanna go into? Plastic surgery or something?!"
Me: "No, I wanna go into OB/Gyn!"
Her: "Oh good! You're hired! Your C-section patients will love you! Just skip 4th year of med school. You don't learn anything then anyway. Just start residency now."
If only they could see my smile and bright red face underneath my mask...