Last night on call I was involved in an emergent plastic surgery case, fixing the deep and gnarly injuries of someone who had gotten in a car accident. I got to stitch up an entire 6 inch section of a laceration, which was AWESOME. All things said and done, it was a pretty bloody case. So, anyway, after I woke from my post-call nap, I went directly to the CVS to buy some markers. (I didn't know what I wanted to do with my Ten-less day off, but I did know that I felt like coloring.) Anyway, walking through the school supplies aisle, I looked down and noticed that the bottom of my scrub pants were covered with blood.
I think I tell you this story to underscore how I often don't recognize my own life right now.
Now, a few thoughts on the new Crayola markers I purchased:
- Since when do Crayolas come in 10-marker packs? Where was I when they added gray and pink?
- Each marker has the color written in three languages: English, French, and Spanish. That's neat.
- They are so sharp! Is this new? Or is it just that I haven't had new markers since 1990?
In other news, there are a couple of new polls to the right.