...and the friendly and competent doc whose one flaw is wanting to tell me everything he observed about my injury
Why do they do that? Every time I have any kind of surgery, at some point during the pre-op appointment, I must always stop the doc before he begins his anticipated play-by-play. I don't need to, or want to, know how you're going to cut me open or what you're going to do to me with your handy-dandy Swiss-Army Surg-O-Matic. Just do the damn thing.
And we may have had the same nurse, btw, though she was ten times more insensitive with you. When a can of Coke exploded in my hand, the nurse who cleaned the wound said happily, "Ooh, look. A fat pad! I'll just shove that back in for you." Thanks for sharing, Florence Nightingale. Now I'm just going to pass out for a bit while the blood drains from my head.
And oh yeah. The Patriots. Ummm.....awwwwwww? *roars*
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...and the friendly and competent doc whose one flaw is wanting to tell me everything he observed about my injury
Why do they do that? Every time I have any kind of surgery, at some point during the pre-op appointment, I must always stop the doc before he begins his anticipated play-by-play. I don't need to, or want to, know how you're going to cut me open or what you're going to do to me with your handy-dandy Swiss-Army Surg-O-Matic. Just do the damn thing.
And we may have had the same nurse, btw, though she was ten times more insensitive with you. When a can of Coke exploded in my hand, the nurse who cleaned the wound said happily, "Ooh, look. A fat pad! I'll just shove that back in for you." Thanks for sharing, Florence Nightingale. Now I'm just going to pass out for a bit while the blood drains from my head.
And oh yeah. The Patriots. Ummm.....awwwwwww? *roars*