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There I said it! I was NOT born with a Protestant work ethic, I think I was born with a Sadhu work ethic. My body is pre-set for sitting still for long periods contemplating things, a warmer climate would be nice as then I could sit about in my underpants doing just that.
My job has been ballistically busy and we have a new crop of terrified baby doctors to batter into shape. This weekend has been particularly tiresome as I had to work with the consultant with juxtaposing personality disorders i.e. Messianic Complex with overlays of a Persecution Complex and general acopia.
Ok I may have pointed out that his post op patient was going into sepsis and had dropped her Hb down to 63 from 89 the previous day and that I had ordered 2 Units of packed red calls for her urgently. He then went off on a tirade about how I'm "MEANT TO BE IN BETWEEN A DOCTOR AND A NURSE AND SHOULD START ACTING IT" . Odd I thought pointing out he'd ****ed up her bowel surgery was doing just that. He then flapped off ranting and farting orally with me proffering subtext for the Junior doctors i.e. "he is a wanker ignore him because he can't take it". Now all of the Junior Doctors refer to him as "That ******g wanker"! Ahhhh young and malleable minds.....
So I've decided I don't want to work. I was thinking prostitution but I can't be arsed shaving my legs or my pubes and there isn't much call for dismissive mistresses who farts and hog the TV remote so that idea is down the pan. Perhaps I could become a charity...literally. I'll sit around in my pants doing Sadhu type things and people can build me a temple (with super fast broadband and nice views) and I can occasionally do a poo that looks like a prominent religious figure. I remember the Mary mother of God Toast lady....I'm sure she made enough off that to sit at home watching Maury all day.
Sigh! Oh and a patient conspiratorially whispered to me "when are you due". I didn't slap her unconscious and urinate on her dazed head as my initial impulse dictated but chuckled good naturedly and said "no no no babies". After everyone ******g in my pocket for the last month telling me how skinny I am and how my uniforms need taking in that was a body blow. I appears the panni will have to go under the band-saw at some point......perhaps before the construction starts on the temple.
Sigh........I can't be arsed.
There I said it! I was NOT born with a Protestant work ethic, I think I was born with a Sadhu work ethic. My body is pre-set for sitting still for long periods contemplating things, a warmer climate would be nice as then I could sit about in my underpants doing just that.
My job has been ballistically busy and we have a new crop of terrified baby doctors to batter into shape. This weekend has been particularly tiresome as I had to work with the consultant with juxtaposing personality disorders i.e. Messianic Complex with overlays of a Persecution Complex and general acopia.
Ok I may have pointed out that his post op patient was going into sepsis and had dropped her Hb down to 63 from 89 the previous day and that I had ordered 2 Units of packed red calls for her urgently. He then went off on a tirade about how I'm "MEANT TO BE IN BETWEEN A DOCTOR AND A NURSE AND SHOULD START ACTING IT" . Odd I thought pointing out he'd ****ed up her bowel surgery was doing just that. He then flapped off ranting and farting orally with me proffering subtext for the Junior doctors i.e. "he is a wanker ignore him because he can't take it". Now all of the Junior Doctors refer to him as "That ******g wanker"! Ahhhh young and malleable minds.....
So I've decided I don't want to work. I was thinking prostitution but I can't be arsed shaving my legs or my pubes and there isn't much call for dismissive mistresses who farts and hog the TV remote so that idea is down the pan. Perhaps I could become a charity...literally. I'll sit around in my pants doing Sadhu type things and people can build me a temple (with super fast broadband and nice views) and I can occasionally do a poo that looks like a prominent religious figure. I remember the Mary mother of God Toast lady....I'm sure she made enough off that to sit at home watching Maury all day.
Sigh! Oh and a patient conspiratorially whispered to me "when are you due". I didn't slap her unconscious and urinate on her dazed head as my initial impulse dictated but chuckled good naturedly and said "no no no babies". After everyone ******g in my pocket for the last month telling me how skinny I am and how my uniforms need taking in that was a body blow. I appears the panni will have to go under the band-saw at some point......perhaps before the construction starts on the temple.
Sigh........I can't be arsed.
RIP Mickie aka Happychick. You will be missed deeply.
Ahhh, yes. Handling the docs is sometimes more care-giving than the patients. Their egos are very fragile.
Good luck with the noobs-they're entertaining. And if you find someone to adopt you, please ask if they have a friend in the states who wants to take on my upkeep.
Hang in there.. the sweet, baby-querying patient must be having delusions from her meds ;)
Good luck with the noobs-they're entertaining. And if you find someone to adopt you, please ask if they have a friend in the states who wants to take on my upkeep.
Hang in there.. the sweet, baby-querying patient must be having delusions from her meds ;)
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Good God, I haven't laughed this much since I saw a picture of some freak from India with a double-headed penis!!!!! It was quite short too. Poor dude.
You have a career in comedic writing. You could sit in your panties at home, eat bon bons, watch Maury or pick your nose...all while writing comedy sketches about the inane people at your workplace. I believe Seinfeld is looking for a new show. Better yet Jane Lynch would be PERFECT!!
If that doesn't work for you...I'd like to get in on the temple idea. My poops have been resembling ornate mezuzahs lately!!
You have a career in comedic writing. You could sit in your panties at home, eat bon bons, watch Maury or pick your nose...all while writing comedy sketches about the inane people at your workplace. I believe Seinfeld is looking for a new show. Better yet Jane Lynch would be PERFECT!!
If that doesn't work for you...I'd like to get in on the temple idea. My poops have been resembling ornate mezuzahs lately!!
Independent Lady
I agree with Karen - comedic writing could be a worthy gig for you. You'd still have to work, mind you, but you could accomplish this quite easily while sitting around in your underpants, LOL.....
Julie R - Ludington, Michigan
Duodenal Switch 08/09/06 - Dr. Paul Kemmeter, Grand Rapids, Michigan
HW: 282 - 5'4"
SW: 268
GW: 135
CW: 125
Duodenal Switch 08/09/06 - Dr. Paul Kemmeter, Grand Rapids, Michigan
HW: 282 - 5'4"
SW: 268
GW: 135
CW: 125
Oh Kirmy, more fodder for your blog! I can relate to the new residents coming on. I work in a Neonatal ICU and we always dread the new batch of resident doctors coming in. Some can be positively frightening, especially the ones who think they know everything and really know nothing. Takes weeks to beat sense into them.
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-Wanda
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I've often looked for a religious icon in my protein shake foam, hoping for an early retirement via Ebay. Alas, the foam slides down the shaker cup before I can capture its form in a Polaroid. It is my legacy to leave the world with a pure whey stack chocolate foam Jesus, or at the very least St. Christopher. Wish me luck.
ROFL Kiirmy. Today is Labor Day, so guess wut I was doing while reading your brilliant comedic post? Sitting in my fav chair, with the remote, in mah undies! Bahahaha! I wish I could get paid to do this... *sigh* I share your dream!
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