Slacker

Sorry, I will resume posting soon. Lately I've been having an easier time lurking. I've come across some blogs to add, Ah yes, residency, Neumed and retrieved T's blog which somehow missed the transition when I changed Internet browsers. I also discovered that Panda Bear is leaving us for good but will return with a book someday.
I always think of ideas for posts when I'm lurking but finding the time to type them up seems to be the holdup. Comments on other blogs however, seem to take no time at all.

Oh say can you see?

I have seen the inside of many people, from the bones of their extremities to the deepest parts of their abdomens and pelvises, or is that pelvi? I've even been privy to the inside of their skulls, where the pulsating gray and white matter rose up slightly after the skull flap was removed, as if in a subtle greeting. Many have been exposed before me and I thank the powers that may be that I have never been exposed in such a manner. Due to a knee arthroscopy years ago, the joint of my right knee is no longer virginal, but none have seen beyond that. For my knee scope I had spinal anaesthesia (as was the standard where I had it done) and I requested no other drugs for the procedure so that I would remain alert and I could watch. It was great, and of course I still have the pictures
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But I am so curious! I want to see what the arthritic joint of my right index finger looks like on xray. I have a constant urge to "accidentally" leave my hand under the c-arm when the surgeon calls "Shot" in hopes of gathering a glimpse. Once, while seated during an ankle case, the c-arm image revealed a patella! The surgeon moved the ankle slightly and requested another shot. There it was again, a ghostly, blurred, yet undeniable image of a patella. I then realized that it was my knee, under the table in the path of the image intensifier. But alas, the realization came too late for me to study the image.
My brother had his gallbladder removed. There was no video and no pictures. Not that it is routine to do so, but, if I ever have a lap chole, I want to see what lies within my peritoneal cavity. Take the tour to my pelvis and show me my uterus (I am always amazed at how small they can be!) and tease out my ovaries so I can check on them also. If it's not retroperitoneal, may as well peek at my well behaved appendix too. But don't do a prophylactic appendectomy just yet, I still have not made a decision about that! Back up towards the diaphragm and check out my pulsating heart against the left wall. Perhaps a peek along the left and right paracolic gutters seeing what can be seen without manipulation. I suppose I would want leave the rest alone so as not to disturb the natural resting places of my remaining organs.
What kind of images come back from the wireless capsule endoscope? I imagine something like Fantastic Voyage, though I'm betting it's not as fantastic. Yet, when the time comes for my colon check-up, I wanna see! If I need an EGD, video please!
The one organ of mine that I hope no one ever gets to see is my brain. First I don't want anyone laughing at how small it is, or how much larger the right side is than the left! Secondly, if someone is looking at my brain, whether it be from a hole in my skull or a diagnostic image, I've probably got bigger problems than I care to see
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I have some bizarre thought patterns from time to time. Just the other night I was riddling, "Where do frogs and toads go in the winter?" I opened the front door to let the dog out and there, for the first time this year, was a toad (frog?). As I pondered I realized that I could hear toads croaking all throughout the arid neighborhood. So, where did they go for winter? South? There are no ponds, creeks, lakes or fountains nearby so why are they here now? Do toads even care about bodies of water?

Six word memoir

I've been tagged by Sterile Eye to come up with the six word memoir. It was actually much harder than I thought it would be. I had many variations, most seemed to beg for seven words. Of course I wanted to reflect upon my first love, assisting in surgery, since it consummates my life's passion. After several days this is what I finally came up with.

Sometimes, even four hands aren't enough.

Seems a little benign, (it's hard to relay a lot of passion in six words, unless it 's the other kind of passion, if you know what I mean) but for those of you who have been there, you know that indeed, sometimes a third set of hands is a blessing.

Now, to tag six others! Since this meme has been going around a while, I am running out of people too. Let's try MBA at Addicted to Medblogs, Rad Girl, anybody over at MDOD, there are so many entries there now I can't keep up, vitum medicinus, and I'm out of taggies.