Showing posts with label Suregon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suregon. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

File No. 170

Mainly because no one can spell “canopic”
Surgeon: “Did you finish putting that bandage on?”
Jabberwocky: “We mummified the patient, head to toe.”
Surgeon: “Brain out the nose and everything?”
Jabberwocky: “Yup. It was terrible trying to find canopic jars in the Pixis.”

File No. 169

Probably just came back from church, too
Surgeon: “He says he got the wound by messing around on the couch. Apparently there was a knife in the cushions.”
Jabberwocky: “Yeah, he totally didn’t get stabbed by a hooker.”

File No. 168

Jabberwocky should have foreseen how much that would piss off a nurse
Nurse: “What’s wrong with her?”
Surgeon: “We don’t know yet.”
Nurse: “Why not? You did a c-scope.”
Surgeon: “Yes, we saw her colon. We know everything.”
Jabberwocky: “You can read a colon like tea leaves: Tell her future.”

File No. 164

Haldart!
Surgeon: “Man, I can’t get a hold of any psych residents.”
Jabberwocky: “Okay, here’s the plan: I’ll run down the halls yelling, ‘Not the bees, not the bees!’ and when psych inevitably
comes you’ll ambush them.”
Surgeon: “That could work.”
Jabberwocky: “Yeah, just pounce before I get hit with a dart full of Haldol.”

File No. 162

It's not
Surgeon 1: “Did he get dictated?”
Surgeon 2: “He got two. I dictated him and you dictated him. He got dictated twice.”
ER Doctor: “That sounds kind of romantic.”

File No. 160

Or is it a simile?
Surgeon 1: “Cardiac risk moderate? What does that mean? Be careful? Yeah, because I was going to go in there and
start haphazardly start cutting random things. It’s like the ‘Baby On Board’ sticker. Otherwise I was going to smash into
you, run you off the road, but now I see that sticker.”
Surgeon 2: “...good analogy.”

File No. 151

And he can run
MS 3: “Can you even walk with ruptured patellar tendons?”

Surgeon: “Depends on how tough you are. Mine are ruptured right now.”

File No. 149

And that orderly will never look at him that way again
Surgeon: “What’s that on your scrubs?”
Jabberwocky: “Bile. It’s cool, it’s not mine.”

Sunday, October 3, 2010

file No. 132

A Down Economy Hits Everyone...Sometimes In The Face
Surgeon: “This next guy was hit in the face with a lamp about a dozen times. It reeks of a domestic case.”
Jabberwocky: “Either that, or there are gangs armed with lamps roaming the streets.”
Surgeon: “That would be much cooler.”

File No. 131

And Their Poor Decisions
Surgeon: “Man, I can’t help up think that, while we’re stuck in here, these people are out there having fun…before they wind up in the Emergency Room.”
Jabberwocky: “I know. We just get to see the aftermath of their good times.”

File No. 129

The Wise Men make it to the 21st Century
Surgery Dr.: “I cleaned my closet last night and found a coffee grinder, a pair of boots I’ve never worn, and the doppler I took to Iraq. Jesus, it was like Christmas.”

File No. 128

And Calgary has a new motto
Surgery Dr.: “I’m going to Canada to practice.”
Jabberwocky: “Where in Canada?”
Surgery Dr.: “Toronto, Vancouver, Calgary: Wherever the bitches are hot.”
Jabberwocky: “Wherever the bitches are hot? That just screams Calgary.”