March 18, 2013

• Memories and balloons

  So I think enough time has passed that the guilty parties can no longer get in trouble.

   

  In residency, people were all suffering together.  As residents you work crazy hours, get limited sleep, and your life is essentially non-stop studying, working, and gaining as much experience as humanly possible.

  Occasionally you need some sort of break.  

  Me, being a good nature soul, often became part of said fun.

   

  Them: Hey, you have a kid in room 19 that made you a balloon animal from a glove, it’s really cute,

  Me:  Oh, cool, I’ll check it out (huh, that’s weird I don’t even have room 19)

  So I go into the room to see the cute little kid with his balloon for me.  When I pull back the curtain, what do I get to see but a nearly naked, extremely drunk man, legs sprawled out in the frog-leg stance because in his drunken stupor that seemed comfortable, with his tremendous shlong out for the world to see and a puddle of pee on the ground.

   

  Ah residency, the memories.  

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