Sunday, December 26, 2004
This Christmas #3
We were sat in the intensive care unit station, after a shitty morning of getting in each other's way. Surgeons and anaesthetists don't always get on like a house on fire. Some do try though. Some harder than others.
"What does Santa take for upset tummy?" Mr.Piles broke the tension. (not the true surgeon's name but very much represent what he does for a living : looking up the asses for piles)
Mr.Piles is a very respectable surgeon old enough to be my grandad. He is usually very serious and a nononsense type at work.
"Elk-a Sektzer!!!", he offered the answer almost instantaneously. Somebody must have shouted 'what??'.
I looked at the nurses around the station hoping that somebody would laugh, anybody.
"Oh well it could have been worse, couldn't it?", He said rhetorically.
Then we bursted out laughing.
I mean bless him for trying.
That's all I could remember from the on call, everything else merged into a blanket of a heavy fog. A lot of needles and babies, a lot of coffee and but not much substantial food consumed. So knackered.
"What does Santa take for upset tummy?" Mr.Piles broke the tension. (not the true surgeon's name but very much represent what he does for a living : looking up the asses for piles)
Mr.Piles is a very respectable surgeon old enough to be my grandad. He is usually very serious and a nononsense type at work.
"Elk-a Sektzer!!!", he offered the answer almost instantaneously. Somebody must have shouted 'what??'.
I looked at the nurses around the station hoping that somebody would laugh, anybody.
"Oh well it could have been worse, couldn't it?", He said rhetorically.
Then we bursted out laughing.
I mean bless him for trying.
That's all I could remember from the on call, everything else merged into a blanket of a heavy fog. A lot of needles and babies, a lot of coffee and but not much substantial food consumed. So knackered.
