Reminds me of this incredibly annoying scrub tech at Children’s Hospital LA. Whenever the surgeon would remove tissue (adenoids, tonsils, etc.) he would joke throwing it down as a scrap for the dog below the OR table. He’d whistle for the imaginary dog, call her name, praise her for eating the tonsils . . . After a while, I felt like bopping him for it. But I’m nonviolent. And small.
On the first read, I thought you wrote “hospital chef of staff.” 😉
So, do you serve man?
It’s not a hospital chart, IT’S A COOKBOOK!
Soylent green is patients!
Gotta love that IV marinade.
Cool. And that makes this rather appropriate: tag! you’re it. 🙂 (I really need to figure out how to make an innocent angel smilie.)
oooh THANKS Darla 😉
So that’s what happened to the part of my leg they “debrided”…
P.S.: Great. Now I’m imagining my leg wound like one of those bread bowls filled with spinach dip.
P.P.S.: Cool beans about the reviewing. How’d you get the gig?
Reminds me of this incredibly annoying scrub tech at Children’s Hospital LA. Whenever the surgeon would remove tissue (adenoids, tonsils, etc.) he would joke throwing it down as a scrap for the dog below the OR table. He’d whistle for the imaginary dog, call her name, praise her for eating the tonsils . . . After a while, I felt like bopping him for it. But I’m nonviolent. And small.