The Hiss: Commute I grew up in Ontario, and I first got my G1 license, the first step in our provincial graduated licensing system, almost as soon as I turned 16. It was pretty easy; I read the book, took a test, got my photo snapped, and soon had my license in hand. The … More The Weekly Hiss and Purr 55
0500h – 0504h The alarm goes off. I taught clinical skills last night, and got into bed late. I have never been great with getting out of bed in the morning, though as an adult it usually takes me less than five minutes to feel cheerful and ready to go once I pry myself up … More A Day in the Life…On Community Anaesthesia
Silly me, I thought I would be able to finish up a blog post today. Remember when I thought the trauma service was busting my butt? Well, now it’s a long commute that’s killing me. But more about that on Sunday. For now, just hold on tight. This week’s ‘Thursday’ post (an instalment of the … More Oh hi there!
After a curious absence of a week and a half, I feel I owe you some sort of apology, or at least an explanation. Instead, let’s pick up here as if we had never left off. The Hiss: Deferred Much like I would a digital rectal exam for neurologically-intact victims of trauma, I’ll defer the … More The Weekly Hiss and Purr 54
The Hiss: Labour Day What Now? Well, here it is, another hiss and purr. I’m writing this one on Friday night ensconced in a little enclave of the hospital that the trauma team makes its home. I guess you can imagine, given the circumstances, what my hiss is. First of all, I can’t believe it’s … More The Weekly Hiss and Purr 53
‘Find the clitoris, Vick! Put your right hand between the labia!’ ‘Oh, they’re never going to let doctors in this gym again,’ Laura groaned, pulling up the slack on Vickram’s rope as I shouted at him to find a handhold in the suspiciously-shaped pink feature. To be fair, it really did look like a clitoral … More Do I Have to Be Nice in the Grocery Store?
I have nothing to write about today. This is my 52nd Hiss and Purr – a year’s worth, allowing for a missed week here and there that has made 52 take longer than a year – and I’ve got nothing to say. This year has had more than its fair share of joys and tears, and … More The Weekly Hiss and Purr 52