The masquerade is here
Omeni had scrubbed for this surgery like other times and helped the main assistant to drape the patient while waiting for the Masquerade to take rein of the knife.
"Machete" he called startling the scrub nurse who stood at the foot of the operating table.
He made the first cut sparking immediate bleeding as though the vessels had been waiting for that moment. While the first assistant reached for the scissors , Omeni delayed in applying a haemostatic mop.
A stubborn itch had landed on her scalp at that moment calling all of her concentration in an urgency that begged life. She willed it to go away but it will not backdown . It seemed it was holding her to a contest whose high stakes were clearly against her. A quick flash of the spine numbing pleasure which a scratch normally evokes passed through her mind. At that moment, the itch saw a bargaining chip , albeit something more than that. It was the master now, and willed her to break the aseptic protocol , and apply her hand on her scalp. Gasping for breath now she made to apply her mop but she was late .
"Dr Omeni , are you here ?" The masquerade asked in a gesture of unbelief. Caught in this helpless state , Omeni gave quick rasped breaths as her answers.
At this , he flew into a privileged rage .
"What is the meaning of this .Get out , get out , get out "! he shouted at her .
The first assistant and scrub nurse feigned aloofness . The masquerade's tirade was not new to them.
"Sir, i am sorry ". She said now, finding her voice.
"I just had this thunderclap headache "
"Get out" he said preventing her from saying more.
Head and shoulder drooping ,she left. It was good to get this type of dismissal, problem was , they left a persistent sense of self degradation that blighted whatever freedom one enjoyed at such times.
Besides, she was tired of writing these apology letters and queries. It was no longer news that her file bore nothing good : boasting of contents like queries, suspension letters and apology letters !
She was tired !