A Tale of Two Ovaries

THe tale of the first ovary has been germinating in the recesses of my mind for some time. I knew it was a story that had to come out, but I just didn’t have the right context for it. I let its thoughts take root, grow and feed itself in the subconscience of my mind.

The tale of the second ovary suddenly brought the tale of the first ovary out of gestation into perfect form and proportion, and now I can share both stories with you, my regular, reliable readers.

Stay tuned …

Ghost in a Coffee Shop

Minding my own business, cheerily studying Carol Rivers’ Concise Review for the Written Boards in Emergency Medicine, Volume II, I overhear the 3 women next to me discussing syphilis.

“Well how do you contract syphilis?” one woman asked.

“Do you think he got it from his father?” another countered.

They were loudly discussing a play entitled “Ghost” and I couldn’t NOT hear them. I tolerated it for awhile, but when I heard them wondering about how to contract sexually transmitted diseases, I felt the innner educator in me creeping out. THey were well out of their literary comfort zone, trying to tie in the play’s plot with the transmission and natural course of untreated syphilis. Doc Shazam to the rescue.

“Do you guys mind if I interrupt?” I asked.

I proceeded to tell them about the first two stages of the disease, including a sore in the gen-itals, followed six weeks later by a diffuse rash including the palms and the soles. They thanked me genuinly, then continued disucussing the play in light of their new knowledge.

About five minutes later, something else caught my ear.

“Well why do you think he was acting the way he did?” “He was crazy, wasn’t he?” “It wasn’t until the end of the play, though when he was older…”

“That’s the third stage of the disease, it’s called neuro-syphilis,” I interjected. “It makes you crazy.

They smiled. And continued their discussion.

I returned to my studies.

Stylish Stylet removal

A small piece of advice. First of all, always wear face protection when intubating. I mean, really, you’re looking straight down into a dark, wet hole facing who knows what lurking there. I mean, if they had normal lungs and stuff, you wouldn’t be shoving a tube down there. OK, so that’s part one. Always wear a face shield. (see through, of course).

Part two. Once the tube is in place, if you are the lucky stylet remover, please do so gently. While the face shield protects your face, it does nothing to keep gastric secretions out of your hair when the sylus is not-so-stylishly flung upon removal.

I’m going to wash my hair now.

Black Diamond Duathlon

This was a great duathlon that I did today, 2 mile run, 10 mile bike, 2 mile run, all “off road”. The bike was mostly rail-trails, but I didn’t gain distance on the group of 4 women doing their first multisport event until we got to the muddy & rutted section of the bike which was back in a field. Had there been more of that, I would have made up even more time on the bike for what I lacked on run.

It was 45 degrees, raining and just kept getting colder. Since I missed winning an age group award by only 1 place (and 10 minutes), I gave myself my own winners prize when I got home. I bought a Nano!