And just because we are wrinkled old prunes doesn’t mean we don’t marvel at the cherries. On the contrary, we love the cherries. We love watching them gallivanting and frolicking and getting plumpier and redder and brighter by the minute. Obviously I am talking about brand new doctors now coming to the fold, including The Daw of course, who will be in their 10th year of college. Yes, we should just label college in such a way so as not to fool ourselves with those damn “graduations” because truly, it doesn’t end. It doesn’t ever end.
And so in the spirit of cherrieness I will now re-post what I used to write when I was still quite a cherry myself, which has since then been plucked, left under the sun, and transformed into a fucking pasas. This entry has originally been posted in my blog in…. Friendster (AHAHAHAHAAH!) and it’s entitled, “Chancre”.
My MD friend recently tested positive for syphilis in the routine serum RPR testing for pre-employment in PGH. He was quite annoyed. He whined “UNFAIR!”, because he once had an extremely promiscuous patient with chancre (painless penile ulcer of syphilis), who still tested negative for the damn test. I think my friend was particularly annoyed because of one of these possible reasons: a) he was a virgin, or b) he was always very careful and wore triple-layered condoms to the point of penile asphyxia. Of course the test has extremely low specificity, but my friend neither has malaria, lupus, or yaws as far as he knows. In fact, he doesn’t even remember what the heck yaws is. One of his colleagues said he must have taken the test on full stomach accounting for the false positive. There could be some truth to this but this is the first time he’s heard of it, so for now it still sounds like the drinking milk prior to taking a chest x-ray thing.
Okay let’s cut the friend crap that friend is really me. I tested positive for AIDS, I mean syphilis, and I am quite annoyed. Because dang it if I’m going to test positive for STDS I would rather that I enjoyed acquiring them.