Yesterday I attempted to acquire myself a pair of scrubs. I’m supposed to go on a scheduled observership with a cardiologist who does angioplasties (basically blowing up a balloon into your arteries to get rid of the dirty, dirty plaques from all them Mickey Ds).
So we (T & I) decided it would be a good idea to get a pair. Just in case he let me actually be in the room, as opposed to sit behind the glass like a two year old in time out. The thing is I both fear and hope that I get to go into the cath lab (where they do the balloony-stuff). I’m afraid that they’ll ask me questions…and as I said before, I don’t know much. Actually I know nothing. What's more, this doctor was one of my facilitators for clinical skills. And basically we/he doesn’t need to be reminded of my incompetence in this area:
Doctor
“…blah, blah, blah (whole bunch of complicated medical stuff related to the brain or something) cranial nerve…blah, blah, blah, blah…muscles of the eye? "
Me to self
[blank look on face]
There are muscles in the eye??
So anywho…I’ve decided that I want to see what he does for a living, considering he’s all smart and accomplished and stuff (and maybe because a certain someone had a little tiny crush on him in the beginning)…
I'm kinda nervous. It doesn't help that it’s supposed to be 8 in the morning (much too early to be doing medicine, in my opinion), and if it turns out to be boring (I mean looking at a black and white screen of wormy looking blood vessels for an hour might not be everyone’s idea of entertainment) I may fall asleep. And in my fit of losing consciousness, fall on the patient… what a lady huh?
Back to my scrubs story…so I got the “greens” from the linen lady (whose office is like in the dungeony area of the hospital), and tried them on at home. By the way, they were supposedly “small.” But on me… I think the pants reached halfway up my stomach… Who am I Steve Urkel? I look like I’m five again playing dress up…all I need is my Fisher Price doctor’s bag. What’s worse, I don’t trust that they’ll stay on…can you imagine? Face planting on the patient, AND losing your pants? How graceful…
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