In the operating room there is one main dividing factor, the red line. Its what seperates the sterile world from the non sterile world; in a sense it keeps those who don't belong out. Its some sort of wonder how such an insignificant tape line placed on the ground can create a fear and sense of reverance in a person. Not only in those who understand the significance of the line but even in those who dont.
Everyday there are hundreds of people who cross these lines multiple times. For me, this was my first. I had worked hard in surg tech school to get to this point. I understood and respected the line. It had been burned into my mind. There were rules about being inside this line. There were expectations and challenges that would arise. I was not only here to learn, but the next four months of my life would dictate my future. It was all suddenly real. Sink or swim...

As Im sure everyone is fully aware there are a lot of rules and regulations in starting a website such as this. To keep all content safe, and legal for that matter, there will be no names of individuals or facilities mentioned. All names have changed for protection purposes. These case studies and stories are from my personal clinical experiences. I hope they give you a good laugh as you begin to understand the ignorance of a student and the learning process of life behind the line.

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