Clearly I need to wash my eyes out with bleach after work

You know, working in a hospital you think you'd come across some things now and then... well... ok, let me start over....

There is a reason I did not go into the "medical field."

"But Bakeshow," you say, "don't you work in a hospital?"

Why yes, avid blog reader, I do. But I'm not on the clinical side, I do the clerical stuff. I get the paperwork moving and take money from people. Sometimes their last six dollars.

I didn't go into a profession that deals with the gooey-ness that comes along with being human. Ew. I don't do well with slime, and I do *not* want to see nekkedness. I would like to say it's because I'm soooo innocent... but it probably boils down to basic immaturity.  (I still chant I see London I see France... sometimes).

Over the last year, I've seen my fair share of... whatever people don't cover up, but it seems that in the last month- people are doing everything they can to give me anatomy lessons.

I was going to go into detail... but I'm actually hoping that someday I can block the mental images. Especially the ones that were burned into my head today.  And it's not that I'm just walking in on them- today a nurse told me it was ok to come in the room... yeah... the phrase, "oh, we're all girls" doesn't mean a thing in some cases... And then when I knock on the door and no one says, "hang on a minute..." I'm gonna assume it's ok to come in... I just... ugh...

And Mr. I Practically Sawed My Arm Off At Home But I'm Just Going To Let It Bleed Openly While You Take My Address Info, Thanks. I didn't really like what I had for lunch anyway.

If ever there was a day to start drinking... today might have been a contender.