Our local ophthalmologist is a friendly old guy that literally everyone knows, because he's pretty much the only ophthalmologist around (it's a small country). He's been at it so long he didn't actually have to do a residency, he just learned it all himself and sat the board exams just like that. So, that's cool.
Considering he drives a very expensive looking car and travels around the area doing all sorts of fancy I-didn't-know-you-could-even-do-that surgeries, you'd think he'd be a serious kinda guy, but he isn't. He wears a T-shirt during surgery, flirts with all the ladies, and makes bad jokes constantly, in between sewing up his suture pattern that's so tiny he's using a microscope to see his incision. I was holding something for him at one point as he cut away some excess tissue in a non-sterile procedure. He quite casually kept wiping bits off of his forceps onto my bare hand.
I don't know how he doesn't go cross-eyed doing those tiny surgeries every day, but he makes several thousand dollars for like fifteen minutes of work, soooo... some days, ophthalmology is pretty temping!
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