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Vampires and Anesthesiologists
Aug. 3rd, 2002 08:17 pmI have a lovely neck.
Heh. For $100 and Ali's gratitude, I spent this afternoon getting palpated (it's not as dirty as it sounds) and marked up (with green pen) by a couple of anesthesiologists at their annual conference here in Seattle.
It was kinda fun. The first presenter was talking about shoulder and arm blocks, which are all around this nerve (which of course has a loverly, long technical name, but I can't be arsed to remember it more than ten seconds) that runs under the clavicle and into the shoulder. Once you get past all the technical jargon, her talk wasn't that hard to follow. (Especially when you're the one being prodded - not much opportunity to nod off.) She was very nice about the marking up and the fondling of my clavicle, too. She said I was thin and perfect. Hee :)
The second presenter was... well, dull would be putting it lightly. I wandered off during her slide show for tea. (Oh, and I should remark - the Sheraton has the most lovely desserts. Lucy and I arrived with 45 minutes to kill before we had to lie down and play patient, so we raided the nearby banquet room for sandwiches and dessert. I had three little tiny cheesecakes. Three! Oh so good.) Um, anyway. Boring. I came back, hopped on the table, the three people actually listening to the presenter counted my vertebrae and pointed to where they'd stick needles into me, were I an actual patient. Five minutes later, they were lost in some other discussion, so I hopped down again and left.
Ali and Lucy and I hit Old Navy afterwards, where my self-control slipped in favor of a couple of pairs of shorts, and a pink tshirt for the My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse, and thence to B&N, where my self-control actually held. Tres weird.
Heh. For $100 and Ali's gratitude, I spent this afternoon getting palpated (it's not as dirty as it sounds) and marked up (with green pen) by a couple of anesthesiologists at their annual conference here in Seattle.
It was kinda fun. The first presenter was talking about shoulder and arm blocks, which are all around this nerve (which of course has a loverly, long technical name, but I can't be arsed to remember it more than ten seconds) that runs under the clavicle and into the shoulder. Once you get past all the technical jargon, her talk wasn't that hard to follow. (Especially when you're the one being prodded - not much opportunity to nod off.) She was very nice about the marking up and the fondling of my clavicle, too. She said I was thin and perfect. Hee :)
The second presenter was... well, dull would be putting it lightly. I wandered off during her slide show for tea. (Oh, and I should remark - the Sheraton has the most lovely desserts. Lucy and I arrived with 45 minutes to kill before we had to lie down and play patient, so we raided the nearby banquet room for sandwiches and dessert. I had three little tiny cheesecakes. Three! Oh so good.) Um, anyway. Boring. I came back, hopped on the table, the three people actually listening to the presenter counted my vertebrae and pointed to where they'd stick needles into me, were I an actual patient. Five minutes later, they were lost in some other discussion, so I hopped down again and left.
Ali and Lucy and I hit Old Navy afterwards, where my self-control slipped in favor of a couple of pairs of shorts, and a pink tshirt for the My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse, and thence to B&N, where my self-control actually held. Tres weird.
