Outside the Bun

I have a new friend. He is foreign, from a country far, far away. He is named closely to a fast food item. Not a cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, or french fries. Think outside the bun!

Anyways, Tako is an awesome guy. Very smart. In fact, in his native country, he was a doctor. His doctoral certifications did not carry over to the U.S., but he is still working in the medical field. So, it was somewhat of a role reversal when Tako was recently laid on the operating table to have his gallbladder removed.

We all know, especially Tako and his medical background, that your gallbladder is located below the ribcage. After taking his knock out drugs, Tako was slowly fading into the darkness, when the prepping nurse began sanitizing his chest, up by his heart. Barely alert, Tako knew well enough to push the nurse away. Being foreign, Tako's English isn't that great, so expressing his concern was not easy. In fact, it was so unclear that the nurse threatened to call the police, as she went back to working on his chest. Again, in protecting himself, Tako pushed her away and began yelling in broken tongue. He somehow got across the point to go read the charts.

Needless to say, this nurse came back with her tail between her legs. Apologies galore, as she had been reading the wrong chart. They were going to cut open Tako's chest and perform a slightly, and by slightly I mean extensively, more dangerous surgical procedure. 

As Tako left the surgery room, the doctors beg him to stay and continue with the procedure. Unsure that they had any brains at all, he said, "no thanks." He decided to seek out another hospital and surgeon. I felt as though he should have gone through with the procedure as the surgical team was now one-hundred percent clear on what needed to be done. They weren't going to make that same mistake twice! 

Oh well. Either way, my baja supreme Tako friend is alive and kicking.