Operating Room Dairy

I had some easy surgery last week. A strange thought occurred during the short time I lay on the table before the drugs knocked me out. I like strange thoughts, so here 'tis:
The smell, the lighting, the feel of the place reminded me very vividly of the beautiful dairy rooms in the farms of my youth. I'm talking about the clean room where the milk is pasteurized and stored before it is pumped out by the tanker that takes it to the bottler. Such a cool thing. Amongst all the dirt, shit and earthiness of the farm you had this sterile room with gleaming floors, disinfectant, stainless steel and glass. Both beautiful aesthetics made more beautiful by the contrast.
OK, so maybe the drugs were already in me.