Raging Rumours II

Finished work a little late today since there were several emergencies that needed to be handled at the last minute. Brain tumours simply can't wait after all. Still it was relatively easy to juggle around and gave me plenty of time to catch up with some of the latest gossip circulating spreading around the hospital. Despite the staid, boring reputations that science nerd doctors have been saddled with, the opposite is actually true and the hospital's usually rife with salacious rumours. Who's marrying who? Who's sleeping with who? Who's cheating who?

Some of the things we talk about would surprise you all since it doesn't involve medicine at all ( how utterly boring would that be! ) but it ran the gamut from virgin hens served during the confinement period to virginal headliners ( though not for long if the pundits are to be believed ) and straight on to the latest scandal of murderous mommies with a fatal fetish for runaway trains. There was even a brief segue into far more skanky topics such as tantric sex though we were swiftly brought back to more palatable topics by a prudish scrub nurse.


Well, at least all that mindless chatter managed to keep me up. Didn't have my usual instant messaging to rely on ( and my sweet Charming Calvin with his bolstering messages ) since the underground operating theatre was inaccesible to wireless reception. Certainly easy enough to fall slowly into dreamland with the chilly atmosphere, the relative silence, the cushioned seats and the monotonous beep rhythm of the heart rate. My seriously boring physiology textbook certainly didn't help any :)