Thursday, September 24, 2009
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Friday, September 18, 2009
In Utero
Ok, so I'm not one to get squeamish about weird, personal stuff. I'm married to a nurse, I've heard a lot of gross stories while trying to eat dinner. My personal favorite was when she told me all about a patient that had her leg ripped off in a horrific motorcycle accident, while I was eating a steak.
I saw a shirt today that made me a little uncomfortable, and I was a little surprised by that. I saw a pregnant woman in the break room this morning with a plain blue shirt on, but towards the bottom of the shirt (right about at her belly button) was a picture, an ultrasound.
Yes, I felt like I was looking through her shirt, past her belly, and into her uterus to see her developing fetus. It threw me off so much that I didn't think to snap a picture with my camera phone. Since our initial encounter this morning I've made a dozen trips to the break room in the hopes to capture this oddity on film, but I'm afraid my efforts will end up like my hunt for Sasquatch. So far, no luck...
I saw a shirt today that made me a little uncomfortable, and I was a little surprised by that. I saw a pregnant woman in the break room this morning with a plain blue shirt on, but towards the bottom of the shirt (right about at her belly button) was a picture, an ultrasound.
Yes, I felt like I was looking through her shirt, past her belly, and into her uterus to see her developing fetus. It threw me off so much that I didn't think to snap a picture with my camera phone. Since our initial encounter this morning I've made a dozen trips to the break room in the hopes to capture this oddity on film, but I'm afraid my efforts will end up like my hunt for Sasquatch. So far, no luck...
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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