I was able to watch the whole thing without turning my head away once. Very promising for someone who could never stand the sight of blood, I thought. While Dr. Oz uses a tiny electric torch to cut closer to the heart, I notice the resident holding something in the air that looks like a worm but that I know must be a vein. The heart, without blood or pulse, is moaning in confusion and pain. I look around me.
Nobody seems to notice a thing.
Everybody is proceeding briskly, if not exactly cheerfully, with his or her task, as if this emotional cacophony were not going on.