I see this two days after Christmas.
I want this doll and I want her bad!
They gave her a stethoscope!
And a totally freakin’ cool cap!
They made her shoes look like flats instead of pumps!
(You can’t blame Barbie for wearing pumps. She has spent the last 45 years wearing high heels and has horrible foot-drop.)
She probably has plantar fasciitis and has to wear heels.
Oh, and by the way, this is exactly how I look at work, every day!
I kid you not!
I look exactly like this until I happen to glance into a mirror and see reality staring back at me, but until I do this is me!
My little Mac widget dictionary/thesaurus (which I cannot live without) defines “gall” as “bold, impudent behavior”.
Once upon a time a patient was talking on her cellphone while sitting in the gurney awaiting evaluation by the ER phsician.
She glances up and keeps on talking!
The doctor stood at the bedside, hands behind his back and stared at the patient.
She kept on talking! The conversation wasn’t even related to her ER visit. If I remember correctly, it was gossip about last night’s dinner companion.
The doctor pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, folded his hands and continued to stare at the patient.
She kept on talking!
After ten minutes, she ended the conversation and turned to look at the doctor, who promptly informed her that (1) she had talked through the entire time he had to evaluate her, and that (2) she would have to move to the back of the queue before he would be able to see her again.
He left the room.
She looked at me.
I said something about “blowing it” by talking on her cell phone when the doctor was at the bedside.
“Well it would have been rude to just hang up!”
Fast forward a bazillion years.
Father brings in son in the middle of the night for a fever. They are welcomed into the triage room.
The nurse begins the assessment. The cell phone rings. It’s grandma, wanting to know what is going on. Never mind that the kid has only been gone from the house for five minutes.
The nurse politely waits for the father to cut the cell phone call.
The nurse politely asks the father to stop talking on the cell phone so the triage assessment can continue.
The father lays the cell phone down but does not hang up! The nurse asks a couple more questions regarding the history and the father picks up the phone and starts talking again!
The actual physical exam was next and febrile screaming toddler would have none of it. As the nurse tries to ausculate the lungs the screaming, febile screaming toddler is hitting the nurse in the face and all the nurse can hear though febrile screaming toddler’s chest is the father’s voice.
The nurse sits back and waits for a break in the conversation to ask father to hang up.
It never comes.
She decides to assert herself anyway and ask the father to hang up the phone so that triage may continue.
Father nods his head and keeps on talking.
The nurse ever so subtly brings herself up to her full height while siting in the chair, ever so slightly elevates her voice to an authoritarian timbre and informs the father that if he does not hang up the phone now, this triage session will end until he does.
The father pouts (actually pouts!) and hangs up the phone.
“Well she is concerned!” he explains.