Observation from this morning's lecture on hyperbaric medicine.
Prior to the twentieth century, it was more or less required that anyone who wanted to become a well-respected physician come up with a new treatment for syphilis. Actually, it was probably required just to be called "doctor."
(And now, Rachel, dear, I am thinking of Baldrick stumbling into a side shop by accident, shouting something nonsensical like "turnip surprise," and coming home with an academic robe over his hopelessly dirty rags and trailed by a small clump of admirers. Oh, medicine.) (Hi, that scene is so much funnier in my head.) (Here, it is just funny because I am a sad, sad little nerd.)
Hence (to the syphilis), hyperbarics. Also, mercury, Salvarsan (AKA arsenic), guaiac -- yes, that guaiac -- and infection with malaria.
God, I love history. Especially smug history! Smug history is the best kind.
(Incidentally, the women who gave the talk were real boosters of HBOT, and to their credit have convinced me, at least, to look into it. (And also that it is not pseudoscience, which, um, sorry, HBOT! But you are just so *crazy*!) There's some minor physics involved (partial pressures and what-not), to which I say hooray, physics! And also it seems that there are ample opportunities for research and not that I like research, exactly, but if it has to be done (and it has to be done), I'd rather be in, um, virgin territory. You know?)
(Syphilis joke!)
(Onnnn the other hand, I chose this program for its opportunities in tropical medicine and disaster medicine, as well as its extensive trauma experience, so... Basically what I am saying is that I have to pick one special interest. ONE. But not yet, thank goodness.)
This classmate of mine -- I may start calling him Lakch, because he is from Lake Charles, and it is as good a name as any -- has invited the interns over to his pool (not the same as yesterday's pool), and since the heat index right now is 100, that sounds like a fantastic idea.
Colleagues with pools: Possibly the best kind of colleague?
(My mom keeps calling my co-interns "colleagues." It has to do with the graduation speech I submitted, the one which didn't win, and also because they can't be friends yet. Friends with pools are better than colleagues with pools, clearly, but they can't be friends yet.)
(I am tired. It bodes poorly for the rest of this year.)
(And now, Rachel, dear, I am thinking of Baldrick stumbling into a side shop by accident, shouting something nonsensical like "turnip surprise," and coming home with an academic robe over his hopelessly dirty rags and trailed by a small clump of admirers. Oh, medicine.) (Hi, that scene is so much funnier in my head.) (Here, it is just funny because I am a sad, sad little nerd.)
Hence (to the syphilis), hyperbarics. Also, mercury, Salvarsan (AKA arsenic), guaiac -- yes, that guaiac -- and infection with malaria.
God, I love history. Especially smug history! Smug history is the best kind.
(Incidentally, the women who gave the talk were real boosters of HBOT, and to their credit have convinced me, at least, to look into it. (And also that it is not pseudoscience, which, um, sorry, HBOT! But you are just so *crazy*!) There's some minor physics involved (partial pressures and what-not), to which I say hooray, physics! And also it seems that there are ample opportunities for research and not that I like research, exactly, but if it has to be done (and it has to be done), I'd rather be in, um, virgin territory. You know?)
(Syphilis joke!)
(Onnnn the other hand, I chose this program for its opportunities in tropical medicine and disaster medicine, as well as its extensive trauma experience, so... Basically what I am saying is that I have to pick one special interest. ONE. But not yet, thank goodness.)
This classmate of mine -- I may start calling him Lakch, because he is from Lake Charles, and it is as good a name as any -- has invited the interns over to his pool (not the same as yesterday's pool), and since the heat index right now is 100, that sounds like a fantastic idea.
Colleagues with pools: Possibly the best kind of colleague?
(My mom keeps calling my co-interns "colleagues." It has to do with the graduation speech I submitted, the one which didn't win, and also because they can't be friends yet. Friends with pools are better than colleagues with pools, clearly, but they can't be friends yet.)
(I am tired. It bodes poorly for the rest of this year.)
posted by gabbiana at 5:51 PM
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Salvarsan, eh? Maybe that's a fourth explanation for those song lyrics. I hope it is, anyway, because I spent a good 90 minutes of work time combing my unsearchable, untagged journal looking for that entry.
Striking how Baldrick, after solely redeeming the dung heap that is Series 1, has ceased to appeal now that he's stupid... and Mr. Atkinson (in all his permutations) is growing on me. It's Stockholm-y.
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