As always, laughter is the very best of medicines.
As an ex-veterinarian, I'm pretty goo-savvy... I spent plenty of time in large animal practice with my arm in a plastic sleeve, embedded up to the armpit in you-know-where... it was the only warm place on the cold Canadian prairie :)
Funny. Prolly mostly true too. I totally believe you that humor has gone out of medicine and most professions with the rise of the self-serious do-gooder busy-bodies who seem to have taken over. But I remain confident that as more normies push back and they spool up their courage, which IS happening now, this will all pass.
I was a family doctor. Generally goo free, although the sebaceous cysts, infected or not, always had an amazing capacity to stink up a room, my clothing, and everything else within range when their contents were expressed. Imagine human sweat trapped in a closed space for weeks/months/years and allowed to ferment. It all got worse when I hired a family practice nurse who loved some show called “Dr. Pimple Popper” and, based on that, loved to squeeze the things that she shouldn’t!
Another thing to consider is the family goo tolerance.
I used to do emergency medicine in addition to family medicine. My wife was an emergency nurse. So we were both “high goo”. Sometimes we would talk about work at the dinner table, and our kids grew up thinking those conversations were “normal”. Then they grew up and started bringing boyfriends over. We would be talking about body fluids, per usual, and the guests would be turning green! I think we lost a couple of boyfriends along the way. It took a while for us to recalibrate the goo index on our mealtime conversations.
Such is the truth, two RN’s in this household AND you hardly ever realize how strange your dinner conversation can be until you have guests in and realize the “ green factor at play”
Excellent! Some explosive laughs without goo and great humor to lighten the day. Thanks. You guys are awesome. Good index too. Can relate to goo - 32 years of nursing. A Retired Janet.
Cool and funny and true. Thanks! Having worked in family medicine and dermatology, I am pretty goo-resistant. Raising 2 kids and grandkids helped with goo-tolerance too!!
This made me giggle, thank you. My daughter happens to be in the middle of her surgical rotation in her first year of clerkship, as we speak. She just texted me 'good night' shortly after 6 am as she finished her third 24 hour call shift in a week. She has to pick her choice of residency and 'back up' for her CARMS application in the next few months, and while she has an extremely high tolerance for Goo (she was an RN prior to med school), she is not enamoured with surgical 'life', perhaps defined best as "the seeming disinterest in sleep and (disdain?) for anything outside of surgery". Not infrequently, near the end of these 24 hour call shifts, surgical residents excitedly approach her saying "we're doing a blah blah blah right away if you want to stay!", which she always politely refuses in favour of getting a few hours of sleep before her next shift. I think it's safe to say she has ruled out surgery:)
Love it.
As always, laughter is the very best of medicines.
As an ex-veterinarian, I'm pretty goo-savvy... I spent plenty of time in large animal practice with my arm in a plastic sleeve, embedded up to the armpit in you-know-where... it was the only warm place on the cold Canadian prairie :)
Veterinary medicine? That's completely off the GROSSS scale! I've seen calves delivered. I know where your arm was!
…coupled with the gooey environment. Barns aren’t exactly good-free.
Should say “Goo free”. Autocorrect is a pain!
Funny. Prolly mostly true too. I totally believe you that humor has gone out of medicine and most professions with the rise of the self-serious do-gooder busy-bodies who seem to have taken over. But I remain confident that as more normies push back and they spool up their courage, which IS happening now, this will all pass.
I was a family doctor. Generally goo free, although the sebaceous cysts, infected or not, always had an amazing capacity to stink up a room, my clothing, and everything else within range when their contents were expressed. Imagine human sweat trapped in a closed space for weeks/months/years and allowed to ferment. It all got worse when I hired a family practice nurse who loved some show called “Dr. Pimple Popper” and, based on that, loved to squeeze the things that she shouldn’t!
Another thing to consider is the family goo tolerance.
I used to do emergency medicine in addition to family medicine. My wife was an emergency nurse. So we were both “high goo”. Sometimes we would talk about work at the dinner table, and our kids grew up thinking those conversations were “normal”. Then they grew up and started bringing boyfriends over. We would be talking about body fluids, per usual, and the guests would be turning green! I think we lost a couple of boyfriends along the way. It took a while for us to recalibrate the goo index on our mealtime conversations.
Such is the truth, two RN’s in this household AND you hardly ever realize how strange your dinner conversation can be until you have guests in and realize the “ green factor at play”
I really needed this laugh today! Tu.
Imagine trying to get this in any medical journals today without insulting someone. 😮🤪😂
Excellent! Some explosive laughs without goo and great humor to lighten the day. Thanks. You guys are awesome. Good index too. Can relate to goo - 32 years of nursing. A Retired Janet.
Cool and funny and true. Thanks! Having worked in family medicine and dermatology, I am pretty goo-resistant. Raising 2 kids and grandkids helped with goo-tolerance too!!
This made me giggle, thank you. My daughter happens to be in the middle of her surgical rotation in her first year of clerkship, as we speak. She just texted me 'good night' shortly after 6 am as she finished her third 24 hour call shift in a week. She has to pick her choice of residency and 'back up' for her CARMS application in the next few months, and while she has an extremely high tolerance for Goo (she was an RN prior to med school), she is not enamoured with surgical 'life', perhaps defined best as "the seeming disinterest in sleep and (disdain?) for anything outside of surgery". Not infrequently, near the end of these 24 hour call shifts, surgical residents excitedly approach her saying "we're doing a blah blah blah right away if you want to stay!", which she always politely refuses in favour of getting a few hours of sleep before her next shift. I think it's safe to say she has ruled out surgery:)
Hilarious!
I remember eating a spaghetti dinner whilst reading the textbook, studying to become a paramedic. That usually grossed out the ex.
But the kids loved my brain-shaped meatloaf and “doing surgery” on the stuffed heart.
Scooping out a deer’s brain and mushing it into a slurry to make buckskin became something the kids invited their friends to watch. Goo factor rocks!!
😄 Well done!