Save Water, Drink Beer! but not this one...

Conversation at work today:

Coworker: I had the grossest beer the other night.
Me: How gross?
Coworker:It was so bad I couldn't even finish it. And I like beer.
Me: Are you sure it wasn't urine in a bottle?
Coworker: Yes. If only I could remember what it was called....
(some moments later after searching on the Beer Store website ...)
Coworker: There it is! It was called "Wee Willy".
Me: My mistake. It was clearly Scottish urine in a bottle.

You Know You're a Med Student When...

A group of us from my class were out together tonight. One of my friends was scratching a mosquito bite on his arm so I showed him the red bump on my forearm from the TB skin test I had underwent earlier that day. Suddenly a few others were also excitedly displaying their small red bumps from their TB tests from that day as well, albeit at different hospitals.

Conclusions: We're all dorks. And since the bumps were gone by the next day, none of us have TB.

She's a Wanderer...

We lost a patient today.

Perhaps I should rephrase.... no one died, we just literally lost someone. As in, I was conducting an interview with the patient's cousin, with the patient seated right outside the door, and when we emerged, she was nowhere to be found.

At this point, 2 things emerged. 1- The cousin mentioned that the patient lives in a locked ward. 2- He also mentioned that last week she managed to get out undetected and go for a walk. I quickly ran down the hall in an attempt to track down the patient while my co-worker called security and asked them to keep an eye out for a little old lady with white hair, wearing light blue carrying a large purse. I could imagine the security guard pointing out that this is a hospital and there are a LOT of little old ladies wearing light blue likely carrying a large purse!

By the time I returned from frantically searching the floor, the cousin had tracked down the patient on the first floor (she'd gone looking for her cousin and managed to get in the elevator and head down the main entrance!). I was relieved to see that she'd been located, but still a little overwhelmed by my fear that we'd lost someone. Amazingly, the patient seemed totally unphased by the entire ordeal. Thank goodness for having no short term memory.

Christmas in July

Back in May, during a psychiatry lecture, my class learned about a man who goes by the name Zanta (who, for the record, claims to be not psychotic). He walks around downtown Toronto wearing only a Santa hat and boxers (even in the winter) and does push up or flexes his muscles for people while yelling "yes yes yes".

I had never personally encountered Zanta, despite living downtown, until yesterday. While walking and talking on the phone, I suddenly looked up to see Zanta standing directly in front of me, whereby he paused, flexed, said his catchphrase"yes yes yes" and continued along his way.

It totally made my day.

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