yesterday i performed brain surgery on a pumpkin and was attacked by diet coke.

call me dr. grey, if you will.
i flew solo.

the patient presented symptoms of leaking. having been working closely with this pumpkin for 8 days, i noticed a slow softening of tissue ventral-laterally on the left hemisphere. once the fluid started oozing and the soft tissue threatened infection, it was time to open him up. i booked the OR, stat.

going in ventrally, i made a small incision with your average bread knife.  to reach the infection, 2" in diameter of pumpkin skull was excised.

it was apparent the patient had suffered a  subarachnoid tear, resulting in a hemorrhage that was rapidly spreading to the surrounding areas. utilizing the ice cream scoop, i scraped the infection proximal to the incision, checking for further damage. much of the internal was affected by the hemorrhage and necessitated removal.
in order to replace the excised portion of pumpkin skull, it was necessary to have a firm backing by replacing the damaged tissue. the optimal method would be foam, acting as an antibacterial to keep infection at bay.
unfortunately, the patient's brain swelled as the foam proved to be too much.

however, after trimming the hardened tissue-replacement {foam}, the pumpkin skull was reinserted and painted back together.

the patient pumpkin is in recovery, doing remarkably well with only 2 band-aids.

i performed brain surgery today on a pumpkin.

 perhaps it's because i watch grey's, or perhaps it's because i'm taking behavioral neurobiology, but

 today, i felt like a surgeon. 

after my textbook surgery, i made monte cristo sandwiches for my roommates and a few friends. 

i was standing in the kitchen, near the microwave. nate was doing dishes. the rest were at the table.

BBBAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!

there was brown liquid e v e r y w h e r e. on the microwave. the floor. the cupboards. the ceiling. 

nate's face was dripping. my left side was soaked. 

my initial bewildered thought was:

oh my gosh, the garbage disposal has erupted!

then, i turned to see my brand new 2 liter bottle of diet coke sitting serenely on it's side, nearly empty, with the cap disintegrated into the atmosphere.

the 18" it had dropped, after it's precarious placement atop our fridge, was enough to somehow jostle the chemicals inside and cause an explosion greater than any shaking could have induced. 

we all started laughing. hard.

and then cleaned up the mess that had sprayed all of us, dancing around on the floor, standing on chairs, and crawling on our knees to get to the crevices the diet coke had invaded. 

it's not every day you perform brain surgery on a pumpkin

 and are attacked by diet coke.

but yesterday, that happened to me, and i loved it.