Well, I guess it has been a little while since I waxed rhapsodic about my random day-to-day activities. It's been a fucking busy couple of months, like ridiculous. My last week of call was the single most atrocious week I've ever had. Thirteen hours on Saturday, which included not one, but two autopsies, one fetus and one adult. The adult was just fat as hell and came with a big can of Aqua Net in a plastic bag. I'm still not sure what that was all about.
Banged out half a dozen autopsies in the last week and a half alone. A couple dead babies. One of them had been dead in utero for at least a week - not pleasant. Like, full on disintegrating. I went to cut into its little skull and all the brain matter was just liquefied and proceeded to ooze all over the table. One of the adults is probably going to end up a legal issue, which sucks. Basically, he dropped dead in the hospital and no one knew why. When I got in there, the pneumonia was so nasty there was pus oozing out of the airways in the lungs when I cut them. Huh? I mean, you'd think he would have been one ill motherfucker. Who knows.
Our new residents started July 1. One is a doofus. Nice guy, but goofy. The other is Mormon, which really concerned me off the bat. Our residents and attendings belch and cuss and talk shit about religion constantly. Basically, it's the most unprofessional group of people you've ever seen. So I was concerned about the Mormon with his four kids. Anyway, I'm training him on autopsy this month so I'm spending a lot of time with him. He is ridiculously sexy, as sexy as a Mormon can be, and I found out he has a quiet love for punk rock, like he saw Minor Threat way back in the day and loves NOFX and all that shit. As he's loosening up, he's letting some dry humor come out, and he is fucking brilliant. Physically, he's my type (minus the tattoos) -- darker skinned, buzzed dark hair, blue eyes, nice lips, stocky body with a little gut, tall, round ass that looks very hot in scrubs that I could just sink my teeth into. So yeah, it's been fun. I flirt with him hard, and he likes it. Obviously, nothing would or will ever happen, as I adore my boy and, duh, he's Mormon and married, but sometimes all it takes is a good fantasy to get the motor running. I keep thinking about what it would be like to get him drunk.
I think I have an ulcer, which has made me lose almost 15 pounds. It kind of hurts, but the weight loss is real nice. I'm terrible.
The time has come for me to think about applying for fellowships, which are one-year subspecialty training programs. I think I'm going to aim high and apply for dermatopathology. You never know unless you try, right? And I have some sweet connections which may be helpful. Dermpath docs make the most ridiculous bank, and it's very 9-5, little to no call, no autopsies.
The boy's birthday is Monday and I rented one of those fancy Hertz Mustangs for him tomorrow, but he doesn't know it... I'm going to have to swing it somehow to go pick it up and surprise him with it. Should be good.....
Kisses to all. I wish I could show some of my sweet dead baby autopsy photos, but that's kind of wrong.
Banged out half a dozen autopsies in the last week and a half alone. A couple dead babies. One of them had been dead in utero for at least a week - not pleasant. Like, full on disintegrating. I went to cut into its little skull and all the brain matter was just liquefied and proceeded to ooze all over the table. One of the adults is probably going to end up a legal issue, which sucks. Basically, he dropped dead in the hospital and no one knew why. When I got in there, the pneumonia was so nasty there was pus oozing out of the airways in the lungs when I cut them. Huh? I mean, you'd think he would have been one ill motherfucker. Who knows.
Our new residents started July 1. One is a doofus. Nice guy, but goofy. The other is Mormon, which really concerned me off the bat. Our residents and attendings belch and cuss and talk shit about religion constantly. Basically, it's the most unprofessional group of people you've ever seen. So I was concerned about the Mormon with his four kids. Anyway, I'm training him on autopsy this month so I'm spending a lot of time with him. He is ridiculously sexy, as sexy as a Mormon can be, and I found out he has a quiet love for punk rock, like he saw Minor Threat way back in the day and loves NOFX and all that shit. As he's loosening up, he's letting some dry humor come out, and he is fucking brilliant. Physically, he's my type (minus the tattoos) -- darker skinned, buzzed dark hair, blue eyes, nice lips, stocky body with a little gut, tall, round ass that looks very hot in scrubs that I could just sink my teeth into. So yeah, it's been fun. I flirt with him hard, and he likes it. Obviously, nothing would or will ever happen, as I adore my boy and, duh, he's Mormon and married, but sometimes all it takes is a good fantasy to get the motor running. I keep thinking about what it would be like to get him drunk.
I think I have an ulcer, which has made me lose almost 15 pounds. It kind of hurts, but the weight loss is real nice. I'm terrible.
The time has come for me to think about applying for fellowships, which are one-year subspecialty training programs. I think I'm going to aim high and apply for dermatopathology. You never know unless you try, right? And I have some sweet connections which may be helpful. Dermpath docs make the most ridiculous bank, and it's very 9-5, little to no call, no autopsies.
The boy's birthday is Monday and I rented one of those fancy Hertz Mustangs for him tomorrow, but he doesn't know it... I'm going to have to swing it somehow to go pick it up and surprise him with it. Should be good.....
Kisses to all. I wish I could show some of my sweet dead baby autopsy photos, but that's kind of wrong.
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fatality:
First of all, I love your user name. Secondly, your post made me so scared for residency.
fatality:
And I'm now addicted to reading through your journal entries.