BLOBBY'S BLOG

PULLING A MARK FINNERAN

Back in the '80s (g-d....did I just say that?) I was working @ OSU Hospitals. During the monthly rotations of med students, I happened upon one named Mark Finneran. A nice chap. Friendly and approachable. You'd think med students would need to be nice to find their way - but they get that chip on their shoulder fairly early on (I mean, not you Andrew!). Mark was nice. He was a big football kind of guy and no surprise he went into orthopedic surgery. I mean - don't they all?

So Mark comes around the corner and sits down to chart. I'm minding my own business and hear this 'rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppp'. I turn around and the poor guy is beet red. I go, "did you just........?". He nods. He'd been caught. Ruckiry (not Jon's boss) no one else was around and he could scamper off to his call-room to put on scrubs. Problem solved!

Why do I mention this? Well today I'm in a series of meeting w/anesthesiology and finally decide to get lunch. I stop to talk to two of my medical assistants and go to leave. I hear them stop one of my nurses - I keep going. Well, turns out somewhere during the day, I pulled a Mark Finneran....except I didn't hear it. Or feel it. Shouldn't there have been some kind of breeze??

Ellen, the nurse, tracks me down to tell me b/c the others didn't know how to tell me. THANKS! By the time Ellen gets to me, I'm in the lobby of a very crowded hospital! Thanks again!

These are the times I'm glad I keep a few suits in my office. I swapped out - and could do nothing but laugh about it.

At least I wasn't going commando or anything!!!!!

(NOTE: Morty left me an email comment that makes me think I wasn't clear enough. I split my pants. Not SHIT my pants! Geeesh!)