Hi, my name is Meat (Hi Meat). I've had a weblog since 2007 and recently I hit rock bottom and started writing on it. I've come to terms with it and finally admitted I have a problem.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Don't worry, I'm not looking...or listening...or smelling.
Let me tell you, there are some uncomfortable situations that they put you in during medical school. Some real awkward turtles. Having to do your first pelvic exam, being sent back in to ask a 70 year old their sexual history, putting your hand wrist deep inside of someone, you know, awkward shit. But nothing so far has beaten having to stand there in the room and make small talk with a girl about your age while she is bent over the exam table with her butt cheeks taped open while the attending goes to find a nurse to do a proctoscopic exam.
"So... I guess while the doctor is going to find something to shove inside of your butt, I thought we could take this time to talk about coronary artery disease. You see your vessels are like pipes..."
I started this before I got into med school, then characteristically didn't do shit with it for the first year and a half while in med school, and now I'm back with a vengeance...for probably a week before I get bored.
*Note, I am not a doctor. I am a medical student. The difference is that I do not have a degree, don't know what I'm talking about, and haven't had my sense of humor beaten out of me with a stick made of being on call. For more info, see my first post (If I were savvy, I'd link to it. But I'm not. I'm not savvy.)