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2:26 p.m. - Tuesday, Jul. 26, 2005
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oedipal surgery?
there is this guy....this hot hot guy....I mean, SMOKIN', so hot....and I am a coward....no game....I avoid him, avoid eye contact, avoid talking to his friend who is my friend about my raging crush....I am yella...in the worst sense of the word...not jaundiced, but yellow bellied, lily livered.....very unfortunate stuff when you are in a situation where there is this SMOKIN' hot Indian student who is doing his fourth year neuro rotation, and he has like a week left, and I can't even LOOK at him, much less talk to him, because he is so hot, that every time I even glance in his direction, this huge toothy ass grin envelops my face......alas, such is the life of a girl with no palpable game to speak of....less palpable than a regular sized spleen.....such is my game.
In other news, I actually made it to an end of a surgery sans passing out!!! Yippee-i-ay! It was just me and the attending, and we had to remove this gallbladder, which was cool because I had only seen the beginning of the various gallbladder surgeries I had scrubbed into, never the ending...so when we finally removed it, I was like, so doc, we just got it out in that bag? And the attending was all, uhhh... you've been here four weeks, are you telling me that you have never seen a gallbladder removal yet? And I was like....I have scrubbed in, but I have never made it to the end without passing out, so this is a big day for me.
I asked if I could touch the gallbladder, and it was cool and slimy and had this huge stone lodged in the middle of it....no wonder she had so much pain.
This same attending, currently, is in another surgery. Now this is an interesting story. I, of course, of all people, end up being the one who was supposed to be on the surgery. The surgery was for hemorrhoids, and as I was going through the list, LO AND BEHOLD, my attending's name is the same as the Patient's name. Turns out it is his mom. And turns out he is the only one who is going to do the operation. Now this is a damn good surgeon,but the whole idea made me a tad uncomfortable. At the last minute, one of my peers asked if I would switch with them so that I coudl take the later case, since I am on call tonight anyway, and I agree, because on the one hand, I was relived that I didn't have to see some Oedipal shit go on in the OR, but on the other hand, I was disappointed that I didn't get to see some Oedipal shit go on in the OR.
I mean, his 78 year old mother, in lithotomy position (like when you get a pap---legs spread), as he is the sole one working between her thighs....and he is the son.....i don't know the whole things was way creepy, don't you think? I know that he didn't want anyone else to scrub on the case either. And I know he is mom is super out of it, she has Parkinsons and Dementia and he was saying how a lot of times she cannot recognize him....but for god's sake, he is a surgeon, he knows other surgeons, some, I am sure, better than him.....I mean, wouldn't he just have someone else do it????
That was my sort of creepy story for the day
Just got paged
gotta jet
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