| | The unflattering profile of scrubsI love scrubs. I wear them during the day, during the night, on call, in the OR, in bed, lancing boils, stapling gut, cooking spaghetti, all the time and everywhere. I even went to today's Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day in my scrubs.
I think I actually look pretty good in scrubs. It's arrogant, I know, but they sort of give me a tall, sleek look. Or perhaps it's just faulty logic of my narcissistic imagination. (I.e., I want to look tall and sleek, and I like scrubs, ergo, scrubs make me look tall and sleek.)
A mostly unrelated point: There has been a little wave of babies being born to various doctors and nurses in the hospital. I suppose babies are being born all the time, but I just happen to notice now that I'm beginning to finally recognize and remember people in the hospital. Usually it happens that I notice a female doctor or nurse come back after a 3-month hiatus -- oh, she just had a baby. Well, actually, she had the baby three months ago, and I just happened to figure it out now. Consequentially, I've been trying to be more aware of ongoing pregnancies and imminent births, if only to strike up a conversation whilst awaiting an operation to begin.
The thing about scrubs is that -- on some people -- it makes them look pregnant. I'm not sure what it is -- the cut of the pants, or the bagginess of the shirt, or the knot in the drawstring. At any rate, there are quite a number of women who look rather pregnant in their scrubs. The obvious problem is that I'm not sure if they're really pregnant or if the scrubs just don't fit them well. On the one hand, I don't want to seem like an oblivious oaf who doesn't even care to inquire about an expected leave of absence for an anticipatorily happy occasion. On the other hand...well, nobody wants to be that guy who makes that mistake.
It seems then that I've started to receive the reputation of being an oblivious oaf. I guess I'll just have to live with it. But henceforth let it be known that my oft quietness is not due to timidity, fear, or rudeness, but merely the security of erring on the opposite side of humiliation.
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| | Posted 4/29/2008 11:54 PM - 7 comments
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