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Thursday, June 19, 2003
Ewwwwwwwwwww! Pardon me for shouting, but: I HATE WORKING ON MEDICAL BOOKS! I have learned, for instance, how to tell the difference between common scabies and Norwegian scabies by the number of mites and the locations and appearance of infestation, and how to determine the cause of leg ulcers based on, among other things, the exudate, granulation tissue, and type of infection. YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK! I just had to take a break when I looked at the next table: how to identify and treat three different kinds of chronic wounds, depending on whether they're dry, moist, or "heavily exudative." And what, exactly, to do with necrotic tissue. Oy Bozhe. I wish I hadn't had lunch. Thank God there aren't pictures. (I really hate the medical books with pictures. When the editors of a medical book are looking to illustrate, say, cystic acne, they don't use a picture of mild cystic acne, or moderate cystic acne, or even severe cystic acne. They use the worst case of cystic acne that's ever been in front of a camera. And I'm not even going to get started on the pictures of, um, private problem places. I could so, so not be a doctor.) (But the medical books beat the forensic books. I outright refuse to work on them; I'm pretty sure I'd faint. Or throw up. Or both.) You know, I think it's time for a walk around the block. Fresh air. Lots of it. Please. [ at 1:29 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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