Manikins & Monocles

Unlike my parents, teaching has never been my forte. Not only do I lack the necessary patience, I also lack sufficient knowledge since I'm pretty much a dumb himbo in glasses ( without the boytoy looks unfortunately ). Seriously. I'm still literally befuddled by some of the newfangled stuff that comes out in journals.

But in medicine, age comes before beauty. And there is a certain amount of expertise gleaned through experience rather than clinical text - which I hope to impart to the interns if I can. Though personally I sometimes feel like it's the one-eyed man being king in the land of the blind. Even then, sometimes I feel like I can't see through the trees in this vast forest of medicine as well!

But one does try. With indifferent results.


God, that was embarassing! When do I leave?!
Today wasn't one of the better days though. Should have guessed since I've always had a bitter relationship with our practice dummies after all. Halfway through an enthusiastic explanation of the modern techniques of resuscitation, my hand slipped and the vengeful choking manikin delivered a blow to my head.

Snapping my prescription glasses in two.

Seriously not the most elegant way of presentation. I doubt the Three Stooges could have choreographed it any better. Pretty sure the interns tittered inwardly though I tried to smooth over the faux pas as much as possible.

What else could I do being bereft of 20/20 sight but exit stage left with as much grace ( if any! ) as possible! After all I could hardly see stumbling oafishly to my car for the spare specs. Help was at hand though. Fortuitously the friendly neighbourhood optometrist lay just a handy stone's throw away so I blundered my way there. Purely by instinct - the blinded man's grope!

With a sexy obstacle or two in the way.

Paul : Excuse me.
Hunk : Oh, I'm sorry. Am I in your way?
Paul : I can't see. Feeling my way. Whoa, this is brick-hard.
Hunk : That's my chest you're groping, not the wall.
Paul : Oopsie. Sorry!

Or at least I think it was a hunk. With my blurred sight I could hardly tell. It could have been a talking giraffe in khakis for all I know.

Ain't easy choosing spectacle frames with dozens of lookalikes to choose from - especially when I can barely see the selection. Found it amusing that those hideous thick frames I wore back in school are seriously back in fashion now! Ended up getting talked into an expensive pair of frames with photochromic lenses. How could I possibly resist lenses that change colours like a chameleon!

Hell, they certainly know how to take advantage of the visually disadvantaged!