Comments on Mothers in Medicine: No, Mom, Billy DOESN'T want to stay for dinner

Hey, I found a restaurant where such conversation ...

2009-04-06T23:28:00.000-04:00

Hey, I found a restaurant where such conversation would be more than appropriate:

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Coming to supper after a day in the OR my conversa...

2009-04-01T18:07:00.000-04:00

Coming to supper after a day in the OR my conversation leaned toward the latest event there. More than a few times, my 4 kids would say "Just ONE meal, Mom!"

BRILLIANT and HILARIOUS because so TRUE!!!! Thank...

2009-03-30T17:20:00.000-04:00

BRILLIANT and HILARIOUS because so TRUE!!!! Thanks for a great post.

Ah, pathology at the dinner table. It brings back...

2009-03-30T11:45:00.000-04:00

Ah, pathology at the dinner table. It brings back such wonderful memories....

Thanks for the laugh on this Monday Morning!!

2009-03-30T10:09:00.000-04:00

Thanks for the laugh on this Monday Morning!!

My husband is an intensivist, and I used to work a...

2009-03-30T02:04:00.000-04:00

My husband is an intensivist, and I used to work at the VA. We would talk about patients dying on a regular basis during dinner. We finally realized our son was picking up on our conversations when he began telling people that his "brother" (imaginary friend) had died. He was truly surprised at the responses he would get. I can only imagine what he'll be telling his therapist about us in 20yrs.

I've had to have my partner give the occasional nu...

2009-03-30T00:50:00.000-04:00

I've had to have my partner give the occasional nudge that I've strayed from "generally acceptable dinner conversation" to "generally acceptable dinner conversation when surrounded by other sex workers and sex worker allies".

I clearly remember discussing gross lab with a lab...

2009-03-30T00:49:00.000-04:00

I clearly remember discussing gross lab with a lab partner wherever we went after lab on Friday afternoons in first year. We actually had someone from a table next to us at a restaurant ask us to stop talking about it.

And then there was the time I brought a placenta home so I could bring it to class and my spouse asked, innocently, what was in the bag in the vegetable drawer (from which I had removed all the veggies, at least). I had wrapped it in a chux and then triple bagged it and written a note that said "YUK!" on the outside just to keep him out of it, but he just had to ask. He was not amused.

Hilarious. Growing up in a medical family and now...

2009-03-29T22:27:00.000-04:00

Hilarious. Growing up in a medical family and now having my own, this is exactly what dinner is like. It is only when we have company that I realize how inappropriate certain things are to discuss at the dinner table.

My kids use to complain about the medical journals...

2009-03-29T19:08:00.000-04:00

My kids use to complain about the medical journals with yucky pictures on the coffee table....

I grew up with a respiratory therapist and a nurse...

2009-03-29T16:58:00.000-04:00

I grew up with a respiratory therapist and a nurse. We couldn't get through a meal without discussing chunky sputum or placentas. It made me strong. Tell your kids to appreciate their traumatic childhood now...they certainly will later.

At least you aren't casually mentioning vaginas, a...

2009-03-29T16:44:00.000-04:00

At least you aren't casually mentioning vaginas, as I find myself often doing.