Yesterday I saw a sebaceous cyst excision and the placement of a mediport. My favorite was the cyst excision because tons of nasty sebum squirted out of it. I think the surgeons are starting to recognize that I care more about gross, big, embarrassing, and dramatic things that I about regional anatomy and attendant physiology. At the end of the day, I'm just a rubber necker.
My new project is asking interns and residents why they went into surgery even though so many people are so mean. Everyone I've asked so far acknowledges that the culture had a not insignificant impact on their decision-making- but they went for it anyway.
My glasses:
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You are super cute!!
Also, my love of cysts and like things makes me really, really sad that I didn't choose to become a dermatologist.
In fact, I'm having a pang about career choices right now.
Adorbs!
Actually, no. "Adorbs" sounds like some designed-by-marketing-consultants name for adult diapers. (It's only a few letters off from "absorb.")
So maybe that is not the word I will choose to use at this juncture.
The glasses look great!
I think (or would like to think) that there is a community best described as one of rubber-neckers in every discipline. In fact, thanks to your post, I'm trying to articulate what that would look like in the academic philosophy world. (BT-dubs I really don't think being a rubber-necker has to be a bad thing.)
Right now I'm trying to write an example of a really bad paper to show to my students. I just got a real thrill out of writing "your" instead of "you're." I thought of you.
-lj
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