Today I am having a social gathering in my home. The refrigerator is full of water bottles and a tray of baby carrots is on the table. Package of colorful balloons is waiting to be inflated. LET’S DO THIS.
Try explaining Genuphobia to a startled physician...
Unfortunately, the reason I don’t think I will ever go into medicine is my extreme irrational phobia of everything pertaining to the human knees, especially knee injuries. I’ve had this fear since I was a kid. It manifested one day during a yearly physical at the family doctor:
Doctor: ”Well, I think that’s it. You seem to be doing okay…”
-Getting ready to leave, Doctor takes out his plexor to test my knee jerk reflex quickly, and knocks it on my knee, catching me off gaurd-
I love your blog! You seem like such and interesting person. I think it's so cool that you like mystery diagnosis. I love that show. As do I love Untold Stories of the ER which i'm watching right now, but people always tell me i'm it's so weird that i watch that. I'm asking through my personal tumblr, but i have an anatomy tumblr too (Idreamanatomy) <3 Sam
Thank you! I was never really interested Untold Stories of the ER, but then I started watching it, and I can’t get enough of it! Yeah, I’m not allowed to talk about medical stuff in front of my friends & family because they think it’s gross. Haters gonna hate.
And NO WAY I follow Idreamanatomy religiously. I had no idea it was you! A very high quality blog. Keep up the good work. <3
In my defense, he had asked what I was reading about.
Man, it’s been way too hot here.
When it is hot, I stop thinking correctly, which allows an even creepier side of me to come out if that were possible, and I start talking about how sharp morticianary scalpels are and how they can slice muscle fibers like butter. On the bus. To a horrified 8th grader.