Surgery is Out!

You know the feeling when you have so many options, one of which you will never consider, but then something or someone explains to you that you're not allowed to choose that particular thing, and you all of a sudden become interested? Yes that feeling, what do u call it? lol

I think that's why I had such a crush on surgery.. yes, I'm so sad to say it was an infatuation, no more no less.. Something like Eve's apple, the forbidden fruit lol..

Here's what happened on Wednesday..
Wednesday is OR day (operation room).. I was running a bit late, so I headed directly to the the OR, changed into my scrubs, wore the head piece and off to surgery..
1st case, no biggy, just some axillary lymph node dissection, nodes were out and sent to pathology.
2nd case,
A middle aged woman, for thyroidectomy (removal of her thyroid).. This time, the consultant asked me to scrub in (this is the process of peeling ur skin to reach a less colonized layer lol).. I was thrilled, now I get to touch and watch closely.. So not even 5 minutes into the operation, I started feeling funny; lightheaded, with some funny ringing in my ears.. I tried to overcome this feeling and resist my urge to move away from the operating table.. Thinking it would go away with time..

VERY wrong decision, it only got worse.. next to be lost was my eyesight.. I suddenly blacked out, I only remember putting eveything in my hands down, and taking 2 steps backwards, then saying as calmly as possible: "I can't see!"

That's when I felt numerous hands holding me as my knees gave out!

1 hour later, I wake up.
I found the resident in front of me, so I close my eyes again thinking:
This doesn't make any sense, when I wake up I should find my husband in front of me.. Damn it, I'm fantasizing again lol..

I open my eyes again, yep, still the anesthesia resident.. I start to get recollections of what happened, I find I'm hooked up to IV fluids, with numerous OJ cups to my side..

The resident tells me I had severe hypoglycemia and severe hypotension, then deliberately asked me if I were pregnant.. At that point I started to freak out, I don't know why.. it was like he was asking me if i had an incurable disease or sth lol..

Anyway, I was sent home on my first OR day, how sad is that? Funny thing is, I'm so bored doing surgery and feel like my brain is on a vacation.. am I watching too much "House M.D"?!

Bad news are: I have to decide very soon what specialty I wanna be doing, cuz the acceptanse exams are only 2 ~ 3 months away, and we are each allowed 3 choices.. As much as it hurts me to finally spit it out, surgery out, u were a nice seasonal boyfriend, but I don't think we can commit.. I must throw 3 new cards on the table, and I can't be any more clueless!

Current options I'm evaluating (but not final nevertheless):
1. Immunology
2. Neurology
3. Diagnostic Radiology

I need professional help :(