Sometimes I like to just stop and take a minute to see where I am; it never fails to amuse me.Today I had more exam practice with various senior colleagues; I would sit in a room with one of them as they asked me questions and we discussed the answers afterwards. One topic we covered was diabetic ketoacidosis - including the type of overbreathing that patients adopt to try and get rid of carbon dioxide, Kussmaul breathing.
I went off into a bit of a daydream for half a second when my Consultant & I were discussing it, sitting in his very small, windowless office.
All of a sudden I realise that I'm trapped in a cupboard with an old man heavy-breathing at me like some kind of perverted pensioner.
I stayed calm. (Might happen in the exam, you never know)
Like the time when I was doing my Gynaecology placement as a student, and my boss happened to be a long-term family friend - one day she had another student with her, who by complete coincidence was another (unrelated) family friend. Normal clinic takes place, and I have to do various supervised, medical studenty things.
Suddenly it occurs to me that I have two fingers inside a total stranger, with Aunty peering over my one shoulder and my 'cousin' peering over the other.
No-one even offered me a samosa.
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