C&H

So, here goes today's funny of the day...

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

He has a point I think... though i'm not sure what to do with the layout.

In other things that move and shake and all that I'm back to my one flu over the cuckoo's nest state of mind. And the immortal words of Ace Ventura ring painfully in my head - It is the mucus that binds us.
But we'll have to do something about the frequent viral infections. Get out of the cesspit of infection you work in, you'd say. However that is not a consummation that will eventualize.
Yes that is MY word. Eventualize, verb, To become an eventuality.
Other options include cod liver oil (yuck), general green leafy vegetables (cysticercosis, here I come) and my top favorite immunity enhancing concoction - Waterbury's Compound. Which turns out has an I love Waterbury's compound page on Facebook.
I'm sure I've mentioned Waterbury's before, 40% alcohol and and eary morning buzz... It's there somewhere.
Anyway me off the get me some of that or brandy.
And for those of you who live in Bangalore, there's a nice little place tucked away behind Richmond Road called Under the Mango Tree. It's good. Go eat there.

Inspired.

Here's a new cartoon inspired by an old joke which was popped back into the head by an old friend. 

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Anesthesia

So it turns out that for the past few OTs I've noticed a definite giddiness and somnolence that sets in while assisting a case at around 3pm. Initially I attributed it to sheer hypoglycemia from attempting to stand for about 9 hours on a cup of coffee. That got dumped after I almost fell asleep despite hearty breakfast and half a liter of milk. Then was the thought that the job of an assistant is to say the least, boring. One dribbles saline into the surgical field and occasionally clears everything up with a well directed suction tip and on rare occasions points out that the boss is actually wrong/right/or has no clue.
The answer to the sleeping beauty riddle is apparently the lack of a scavenger in the anesthesia machine. The scavenger is what keeps the sleepy gas that comes out the patient away from the atmosphere of the theater itself.
Isoflurane, I can say with great experience works like a charm...

Toon #2

One of the constant grouses that we let simmer in our hearts is that almost everyone we know gets to eat the 3 square meals provided by the directive principles of state policy. While this is often accepted as a part of life, it gets a tad irritating sometimes.

Cartoon Cartoon

So I landed up at Staples and despite every fibre screaming at the thought of patronizing an MNC and all that jazz I went berserk on a stationery procurement spree.
One of the few things I picked up apart from another wi fi router to replace my old Linksys (we mourn it's sad demise and rue the day it's circuitry was cruelly snatched from our midst by the ravages of an electric storm) was a Pilot Sign Pen. Works like a sketch pen from the local store but is about ten times as expensive and absolutely useless for anything but maybe doodling. I can't fathom of signing off discharges with it and since no one's pestering me for an autograph at every street corner I decided to go with the doodle.
Here's the first of a another bold venture - Neurosurgery 'toons. Let's hope it lasts longer than the blog.



Bring it on.