The Thong Song

Should be obvious enough that I'm pretty overworked this month. Going on a stressful 24-hour call every three days without much of a break in between hasn't been easy. Almost like a repeat of my horrendous internship with more stress and added responsibility. Lesser folks would probably be running amuck through the streets of the city yelling obscenities and waving bloody machetes.

Then again after almost a month, I'm not that far from a psychotic break really.

Fortunately, I've always leant pretty far out over the edge of sanity so it does take away a bit of the pressure. Somewhat. So aren't you glad I still have a sense of humour to help lessen my stress? Of course my quirky sense of humour has me gurgling in laughter at the most inopportune moments usually at the most inappropriate matters.

Imagine chuckling over some inconsequential thing while the dour physicians are rifling through a mountain of case notes at a morbidity and mortality meeting. As Patch Addams found out the hard way, humour isn't exactly appreciated in a hospital.

So you can imagine my surprise when Laidback Larry gave me a reason to smile this morning. Never mentioned him in my blog before but he's been a colleague of mine for quite a while. Hell, I've known him since our rigorous medical school days - and Larry's always been one of most laidback ( hence the name ), affable fellows I've ever known. Relatively scandal-free ( as far as I know! ) as well, obviously one of the reasons I've never had cause to mention him!

Well that's all before I knew he wore red thongs to work.

Seriously. The things you learn in the men's changing rooms.


Whatever gave you the idea I have a red thong fetish?
Under those preppy clothes or even the boring blue scrubs, there beats the heart of a man who has a red thong fetish. Caught him disrobing in the changing room - don't get any dirty thoughts, Larry's like a brother to me! - and the obvious red thong was waving to me like a flag! Of course he was quick enough to suit up when he caught me staring ( unabashed perv that I am ) but even his reproving glare didn't stop me from letting out a shocked guffaw.

You can imagine how hard I tried to stifle a giggle each time I heard the Thong Song by Cisco replaying in my head during morning rounds.