hmmm, on second thoughts

There were no ‘medium’ scrub tops in the doctor’s res, so I had to squeeze into a small.

Sure, it looked a little camp, a cross between Dr McDreamy (yeah right) and a client at a gay gymnasium; but I figured I could get away with it. I looked in the mirror of the registrar’s room. Maybe it was a bit short, not to mention a little tight around the arms, but sure it would be okay, just as long as the air-conditioning wasn’t on…wouldn’t want anyone to see how cold I was.

A few hours into the shift, I’d pretty much forgotten what I was wearing. There was a dearth of chairs, so I was resting on a bench writing up some notes. Maybe I was leaning just so, perhaps the light was flattering, maybe the climb up Ireland’s highest mountain had done me some good?

Anyway, the man staring at my butt probably wasn’t thinking any of those things when I walked past and he said ‘nice butt’ tipping me a wink…

Brilliant.

~ by Dr Ben on April 30, 2007.