schadenfreude

An entertaining week, work-wise. Two baby heads in one week. One botched late term abortion + one perforated uterus = one baby head free floating in the mother's abdominal cavity. Sweet! The second baby head actually came with the body, just detached. It had a lethal birth defect that caused its body to be so grossly bloated, it wouldn't fit through the birth canal and had to be delivered by C-section. That didn't stop the OB/GYN residents from giving it the old college try though, and with all the yanking and pulling the head got disarticulated and ripped off. Oh yeah, and the mother was 14.

I love my job.

I did perform a particularly obnoxious autopsy on Tuesday, and I did not love my job that day. No. Not at all. It took forever. A most fucked up dissection.

I made my carnivorous friends pasta with meatballs last weekend, real meatballs from beef and Italian sausage (as opposed to my soy balls that are usually served). I've never made meatballs before. So I had to try them, eh? They were quite good. I ate more of them. Too many. I haven't eaten meat in months. My colon gave me the finger and ground to a halt and I can't shit for the life of me. Bran cereal, Metamucil, all to no avail. I have senna tea, which will make you shit your brains out. I think that will be this evening's beverage.

No more meat.

I made my coworker smell my crotch today.

Some tech who works over in surgery is stalking me.

My b.f. and I have agreed to see other people. It may be the beginning of the end, but it's all right now.

I tried that new mineral makeup. It's too flat, I think it makes me look old. If and when matte makeup makes a return, it will be great. Not now.

Shit.
Shit.
Shit.