Medical School Has Made Me Strange
It was very windy the other day, and I staggered a little as I trudged up to the state mental hospital. There was a large garbage can held in a wooden frame on the sidewalk in front of the entrance, and as the wind blew across its mouth, the empty garbage bag within was drawn out and up in a dancing black plume. “A little like that prolapsed uterus I saw the other day,” I mused. “Or like the stomach as it involutes upon regurgitation.”
A few days later I was struggling to put Adelaide’s 90th-percentile cranium through the neck-hole of a onesy. She fussed and I grappled until I found a short line of buttons along the shoulder that, when unfastened, easily allowed her noggin to pass through. “It’s an episiotomy for a shirt!” I cried out, delighted.
Nine has worms, and tomorrow I’m taking a small ziplock bag of her feces into the pathology lab, to see if I can identify the eggs.
Medical school has made me strange.
Comments
Nine's parasites are probably tape worms from eating wild game. Anyway, this is a very funny entry. You are strange, but I suppose seeing correlations between your profession and other aspects of life is useful.
Molly
Posted by: Molly Miron | January 29, 2007 3:20 PM
In being polite I didn't want to say anything,but now that you mentioned it........
Posted by: "D" | January 29, 2007 3:30 PM
I uh....it was good to see you guys in church? Feces? I hope the cat gets better? More question marks?
P.S. I have a new blog, though it's mainly for an English class. However, every once in a while I'll have personal stuff. My old Xanga one has been defunct for a while...time for a new one!
Posted by: Randy | January 30, 2007 8:02 PM
Joel, I hate to break this to you, but...you were strange WELL before medical school.
Posted by: Nathan Tritle | February 1, 2007 7:04 AM