All About The Glamour

If you ever find yourself thinking about going into medicine for the cars (with lights and sirens) and the booze (rx: diazepam and Pabrinex) and the women (competent women in scrubs are attractive in real life, too), remind yourself of this:

It will happen from time to time that you are eating lunch and doing paperwork, when one of the nursing staff will appear, and, via eyebrow semaphore and a series of deeply apologetic hand gestures and the fact that with the other hand they are carrying a distinctive shape covered in an array of paper towels, communicate something that, eventually, leads to you saying,

“Oh, God, do you want me to look at it?”


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