There was always a certain amount of ribald humour in the surgeons lounge and in the surgical change room in the olden days. Humour is a useful relief valve ; relieves tension and stress and and keeps us human.
Dr. B was an oldtime general surgeon in the 60's when I first started orthopedics in the hospital. He was famous for his surgical skills and equally so for his long penis. It was a source of conjecture and admiration amongst us. The more envious among us suggested it might be an optical illusion from unusually short femurs which allowed it to be lower to knee level than usual.
When he operated in those years he always wore a very identifiable set of white surgical rubber boots. None of us ever wore such boots so they were unique. Someone: no one knows who. put his boots neatly together in front of one of the toilets enclosed behind a swinging door. If in the process of changing for a surgical case or after a shower following a case, if two of our colleagues were gossiping with one another it was customary to look under the swinging door to ensure privacy and avoid offending anyone.
Dr. B's boots sat neatly in front of the toilet for several hours, casually checked under the door by successive surgeons until one who had looked there much earlier as well, panicked and hollered , "Call the Arrest team" just before he swung the door open to find nothing but the pair of empty boots. It was too late to cancel the bolting of the arrest team to the change room. That was not such a misapprehension as one might think since many abrupt and sudden deaths occur with sitting and straining on the throne, especially embolism related.
The arrest team called for naught. Dr. B , another legend added, and long gone from the change room. His presence on the John another optical illusion.
Dr. B was an oldtime general surgeon in the 60's when I first started orthopedics in the hospital. He was famous for his surgical skills and equally so for his long penis. It was a source of conjecture and admiration amongst us. The more envious among us suggested it might be an optical illusion from unusually short femurs which allowed it to be lower to knee level than usual.
When he operated in those years he always wore a very identifiable set of white surgical rubber boots. None of us ever wore such boots so they were unique. Someone: no one knows who. put his boots neatly together in front of one of the toilets enclosed behind a swinging door. If in the process of changing for a surgical case or after a shower following a case, if two of our colleagues were gossiping with one another it was customary to look under the swinging door to ensure privacy and avoid offending anyone.
Dr. B's boots sat neatly in front of the toilet for several hours, casually checked under the door by successive surgeons until one who had looked there much earlier as well, panicked and hollered , "Call the Arrest team" just before he swung the door open to find nothing but the pair of empty boots. It was too late to cancel the bolting of the arrest team to the change room. That was not such a misapprehension as one might think since many abrupt and sudden deaths occur with sitting and straining on the throne, especially embolism related.
The arrest team called for naught. Dr. B , another legend added, and long gone from the change room. His presence on the John another optical illusion.
RSS Feed