Ahem.
The testosterone level in Theatre One runs fairly high. Alpha males at alpha work create an environment where every second sentence is met with a snigger. Seriously, if someone uses the word "size" they giggle into their masks like school-boys. It would be adorable if I wasn't on the receiving end of so much mockery.
"It's big. And size matters."
"Really pull on that thing..."
"Give it a good shake"
Etc, etc.
The most senior surgeon looks like a cross between Santa Claus and an Ewok, and comes out with the best lines of the bunch.
"Just cos a man's dick swells up when he puts a condom on doesn't mean he has a latex allergy."
"Hey Sam, look at that new valve. It's a walrus' delight!"
"Sorry, sir?"
" A walrus' delight; a nice tight seal..."
I get annoyed, but I have some perspective after today. Our patient died on-table. These men worked for 5 hours to try and save him despite all the odds. When they finally conceded defeat and let him go, they had to get up and get on with the rest of their work.
So I have respect for them. Disturbing, grudging, confused respect.
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