So there are just times when it’s crazy to be a doctor. Not crazy cool, like when your little cousins are looking up to you, and not crazy awesome, like when you’re trying to impress a girl’s mom. Sometimes, it’s just plain crazy. I just intubated (put a breathing tube into) a patient who had part of their brain coming out. It looks like a sea urchin, or like fish eggs when you clean a fish–very slick and soft and shiny, like maybe all of the information in there makes it sleek (a modern mind?).
Naturally, I was trying to avoid getting any on my scrubs. Does that stuff come out in the laundry?
Crazier is that this stuff just gets scraped away because there’s no way to put it back! Whoa! Dude! What if you just took something important: Like how to find my keys, or my hidden jewelry, or what order to poop-wipe-flush (or was it wipe-flush-poop…).? Or how not to fart in a quiet meeting? The possibilities are endless, but no matter what got scraped off, it makes you think that something is definitely going to be out of sorts when this person wakes up…
Like I said, sometimes it’s just kind of crazy. I hope they didn’t need that!
Chaz on the prowl. No one is cute on call nights. Where are all the ladies in the House of God? This is no Grey’s Anatomy.
