01-24-2017, 12:31 AM
(01-24-2017, 12:03 AM)oncemoreuntothejimbreech Wrote: Oh, gawd . . . You're triggering my PTSD. Not sure if I told you this story, forgive me if I have. When I did my internal medicine rotation, there was one day a month when they scheduled all the paps. You're typical internal medicine patient has multiple medical problems, a list of medications longer than your arm, elderly, and obese. What some call "a train wreck."
My preceptor told me, "You're going to do all the paps. Wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because shit rolls downhill."
And my internal monologue responded, "Fuuuuuuuuuuddgge," like Mikey from A Christmas Story. And much like Mikey, I didn't say fudge, either.
The horror. The horror.
Ever since then I've had that 1,000 yard stare.
I really want to laugh, but I can imagine how traumatic that could be.
You probably flash back, every time you see a short and curly.
Side note: Ralph/Ralphie
