The tower looms up into the grey Vancouver winter sky. Fifteen floors of impersonal, cement general hospital. Endearingly known as the Death Star.
We see lots of ectopic pregnancies, miscarriages, and the most common thing I've seen? TOAs. Tubo-ovarian abscess. A big ball of pus wrapping your fallopian tubes in inflammatory angryness and your ovary in cozy adhesions. Causing you infertility and ectopic pregnancies in the future. Why all the pus? There's not enough condoms in the world. Why can't people just use a bleeding condom? Not gonna lie. I get the impression that Chlamydia is overated.
The drizzle falls. The pager beeps. I count up the days I have to go before I get to sleep in for a day... 1,2..... 18, 19.....26..... hmmmm... 26 days in a row. Mild nausea sweeps over me.
Three weekends in a row. On call.
Truth is, pus in the pelvis is fine... but I miss babies and the Happiness Ward.
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condoms work but what about good old abstinance--old fashioned I guess but hey, it works.
Bah... enough of the pus and blood we should just redesign homo sapiens.
Everyone knows our eyes are backwards and our limbs don't regrow properly. Sports surgeons seem to have definite ideas about how our arms should be wired. I think egg-laying would fit the modern lifestyle better and seems more egalitarian.
Not sure yet how to get rid of the ous and blood. Maybe motor oil and ferrofluids?
Kev... I think you're on to something! Engineers... they truly are brilliant.
Yeah, so how come nobody asked me when they were putting this thing together?
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