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Oct. 27th, 2006 12:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rubykatewritingOy. Today my mom's unit is hosting a potluck in honor of their nurse manager, who is leaving to return to the clinic. They had a little bit of everything. Thuc's cousin owns a Vietnamese restaurant so she brought in this seafood salad with these giant rice crisps that you would break off tiny pieces and use to scoop of bites of the salad. Till made her famous seven layer dip. One of the APNs brought a whole grain rice dish that looked like rice drizzled with mashed black beans. From what I could see, there were at least five types of dessert.
Anyway, Mom invited me, and I'm standing outside their itty-bitty breakroom, happily digging into some seven layer dip when Till, who is in school with Mom, started going on about how all the well-woman exams she'd performed yesterday and the dip was the only thing she could muster up the energy to fix. Of course, since I'm easily squicked and not a fan of the WWE, I blanched, which made her laugh. Then Mom and Dr. Z come over, and the Mom and Till start practically riffing about the various shit they've seen during their clinicals this semester (they’re studying women’s health so all of the students were assigned local gynecologists). STDs this, pregnant teens that, pregnant teens WITH STDs, etc., etc. Eventually, Dr. Z had to bow out of the conversation with, “And now you finally manage to gross me out.”
Granted, I've built up a tolerance over the years, both from Mom and working here, but there are just some things you don't want to hear whilst eating your favorite dip that when mixed looks vaguely like reddish-colored sludge.
Anyway, Mom invited me, and I'm standing outside their itty-bitty breakroom, happily digging into some seven layer dip when Till, who is in school with Mom, started going on about how all the well-woman exams she'd performed yesterday and the dip was the only thing she could muster up the energy to fix. Of course, since I'm easily squicked and not a fan of the WWE, I blanched, which made her laugh. Then Mom and Dr. Z come over, and the Mom and Till start practically riffing about the various shit they've seen during their clinicals this semester (they’re studying women’s health so all of the students were assigned local gynecologists). STDs this, pregnant teens that, pregnant teens WITH STDs, etc., etc. Eventually, Dr. Z had to bow out of the conversation with, “And now you finally manage to gross me out.”
Granted, I've built up a tolerance over the years, both from Mom and working here, but there are just some things you don't want to hear whilst eating your favorite dip that when mixed looks vaguely like reddish-colored sludge.
