A view through a rigid laryngoscope at the voice box. Imagine looking straight down the body from above, with the top of the image being the front, and the bottom the back of your throat.
Anatomical landmarks visible here include from front to back:
- Vestibular folds (false cords)
- Vocal folds (true cords)
- Arytenoid cartilage
- Pyriform fossa
- Tracheal rings
It’s been years since I looked down the throat of another human being. I was good at intubation. My last patient I intubated was a 27 y/o asthmatic that I RSIed going down the interstate at 85 mph, while sitting in the lap of a firefighter. I also scared a medic from a different county when I encoded.
Nine years later and I still feel it.
Study of one’s self in Black and White on Flickr.
My favorite finger on Flickr.
Write me another.
It’s funny the different personas we all have on social media. On Facebook, I am this cheerful, optimistic preschool teacher that doesn’t seem to have bad days. I put up a lot of cute animals doing cute things on my timeline. It’s like I have something to prove to people that I am happy and normal. That I am not some broken mental patient. I’m not being fake, just censored. Now, this is probably because most of the people on Facebook are family and people I kept when I walked away from my other life. And I am happy, for the most part. Then there is Tumblr. Raw, worn, and rough around the edges Tumblr. The place where I put the actual thoughts I have into words. The place where I still say “Fuck” and “Cunt” That I can talk about democrats and art and how I spent a week in a mental hospital because of…stuff.