Open wide.

I'm not a big fan of gynecologic exams. But I have no problem doing them. A speculum here, a scrape of your cervix there, then a couple of fingers everywhere.

Humans are too complex. We should only have one organ. Skin.

So I finally get a day off. Do I feel any better?

No.

And to think, my intern year is almost over. Oh who cares, my life is shit anyways.

the hospital pimp

If I go to work early enough, I see all the prostitutes hanging out in front of Yoshinoya. Then (what I presume to be) the pimps loiter in front of a donut shop. I'm surprised the cops haven't done something more about it.

In essence, I'm a pimp. Not because I get laid (Oh I wish!). Instead, my job is to get people out of the hospital as quickly as possible. Kind of how whores charge more for more time spent. Well, the more time you're in the hospital bed, the more money the hospital is throwing down the drain. So they encourage (read: force) me to discharge patients as soon as possible. Where's my money bitch!

This is my blog about being a physician at a large hospital.

This is my blog about hating life because things never get done correctly.

I have to admit, I don't know what to write about. I've blogged before, but it was always inane crap that nobody would care about. Just a place for me to be witty and look back on my writing. A kind of narcissism.

So I try again, this time, I definitely need a theme, or a daily ritual to write about.

I don't want to tell you about patients, because they are boring. Like the homeless man who can't speak because he had his brain drilled into before. Or the woman who shits on herself eight times a day. No I don't want to write about that.

I'll have to figure something out or else this blog is going to be really short.