In all the excitement of playing basketball with my registrar and attempting to learn to surf I somehow hurt my knee.
For a whole week I refused to walk the 5 flights of stairs to our ward and insisted on taking the elevator (much to my registrar's disdain). I moaned and whinged about my ageing frail body, even though I'm still the youngest doctor in the hospital (thanks to post-graduate medical course interns).
For a whole week I refused to walk the 5 flights of stairs to our ward and insisted on taking the elevator (much to my registrar's disdain). I moaned and whinged about my ageing frail body, even though I'm still the youngest doctor in the hospital (thanks to post-graduate medical course interns).
So eventually my registrar had had enough. He dragged me down to Emergency and bellowed "I have an important surgical resident here who needs a medical record number, please triage him!"
30 minutes later I was getting some Xray's and wishing they'd gave me a lead belt to protect my future children from the stray rays.
Given that I don't drink milk and bind any calcium in my serum with the phosphate from my Coca-Cola infusion, I was suprised to see that I've ossified quite nicely in my skeletal maturation.
What do you guys think?
1 comment:
sexy legs man...
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