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Sea AnemoneThe surgeon pulls on his scrub pants in front of the mirror.His fingers rapidly loop the orange drawstrings Together in a cinching knot.Now imagine it ’s just his fingers—No scrubs, no hospital, no arms, no body. Just fingers cutting deftly through the air in cryptic choreography. Now picture a sea anemone in a reef, its tentacles slowly Jazzing to and fro in the invisible ocean current. Try to imagine what it might be tying.10/16/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - October 16, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs