January 2005

Quote of the Week

Or
“The Joys of Science”

“David Mooney, a chemical engineer at the University of Michigan, and Dr. James Martin of Carolina Medical Center are working on growing women’s breasts in the laboratory. They hope, soon, to seed a three-dimensional scaffold molded in the shape of a breast with breast cells and then implant it into a woman’s chest. The fabricated cells would then grow on the scaffolding until a new, living breast was formed.”

Mismatched Footwear

Or
“What A Day That Was”

.: Today was just one of those great days. For starters: I finally got my I Heart Huckabees soundtrack, which is wonderful. Biology was interesting today, as was Futuristics (with a name like that, how could it not be?). Not everything was perfect, but those that weren’t hardly mattered. All in all, I do not regret getting out of bed today—a first for college.

.: Humorous tidbit: I went until 2:00 without noticing that I had on mismatched shoes.

Proud Father

Or
“Son, You’ve Done Well

.: Sister: “Dad, I want you to notice something about Cody and his friends:

[Points at first to me, then at my friends]

Boy, Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl, Girl–all in a bed.”

.: Dad: [extending hand to me] “Congratulations, Son.”

Doctor Dad Revisited

Or
“Nurse? Please scratch my back.”

.: I went to the ER again today. My sister came along too. We followed Dad on his 4:00 pm to 1:00 am shift; not much happened. However, there were still some classic quotes to be shared and some other material that will naturally find itself in the bigger story.

.: Again, here’s some sampling:

Chest Pains, Bad Cough
Dad: “Does he smoke?”
Patient’s Wife: “Yes, but this cough wasn’t caused by the smoking; it’s different from his normal cough.”

Car Accident, Run Over
Dad: “What time did this happen?”
Pat.: “Four o’clock.”
Dad: “PM?”
Pat.: “Naw, man, AM.”
Dad: “You got run over by a car, and you decided to not come to the hospital until fourteen hours later?”

Abdominal Pains, Kidney Infection
Dad: “You do realize that if I don’t give you your pelvic exam, I can’t be 100% complete on this diagnosis?”
Patient’s Mother: “We know, we know. She just only feels comfortable with her gynecologist doing it.”
Dad: “Okie dokie, we’ll just put here that “patient declined” pelvic exam. But you have to go see your normal doctor soon.”
***
Me: “She probably didn’t want Dad’s grubby little fingers inside her vagina.”
Sister: “Dad probably didn’t want his little fingers inside her grubby vagina.”
Dad: “Yeah, I didn’t want to do it anyway.”

***

Sister: “You should keep a tally on all the patients who are smokers.”
Me: “I did. Last time it was thirteen out of sixteen.”
Sister: “Thirteen smokers?”
Me: “Yeah, and two of the three were children.”

***

Dad: “Can you believe that? Gets run over by a car and doesn’t come in ’til half the day’s passed. And you know what else? He most likely doesn’t have insurance. It’s gonna cost $20,000 to treat him by the time we’re done, all at the taxpayer’s expense. You think he’s gonna pay the bill? Hell no!”
Sister: “Did you check his grill in his teeth?”
Dad: “The gold teeth?”
Sister: “Yeah, he also had diamonds in there too.”
Dad: “Diamonds?”
Me: “You should knock him out with some sleeping gas and dig a few out; that should pay the bill.”
Dad: “…that’s not a bad idea.”

Say It Right!

Or
“A Very Important Matter That Must Be Addressed”

.: It’s pronounced “Chick-o”—even if it is spelled “Chico.”

.: Source.