This article was originally published in the Spring 2009 newsletter.
I saw open heart surgery on the Discovery Health channel once.
This guy is lying on the operating table with those green cloths covering most of him, and they’ve got a hardware-store’s worth of tools jammed into a grand canyon that’s been carved into his chest.
Doctor’s are saying bizarre things like, “Can you pass me the bone saw again?” before moving onto the delicate matter of actually hot wiring his circulation system to a machine that will keep this poor guy alive while they take a hands on look at the many problems on his ticker.
And as I’m watching them reach their latex-gloved hands into his chest, picking up his heart, only one thing is running through my mind.
Holy crap, this is really gross.


