An account of a Russian physician on expedition in 1961.
I didn't permit myself to think about anything other than the task at
hand. It was necessary to steel myself, steel myself firmly and grit
my teeth. In the event that I lost consciousness, I'd given Sasha
Artemev a syringe and shown him how to give me an injection. I chose
a position half sitting. I explained to Zinovy Teplinsky how to hold
the mirror. My poor assistants! At the last minute I looked over at
them: they stood there in their surgical whites, whiter than white
themselves. I was scared too. But when I picked up the needle with
the novocaine and gave myself the first injection, somehow I
automatically switched into operating mode, and from that point on I
didn't notice anything else.
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