With my son, I listened to conversations about:
The Daytona 500
People who had puked while getting a C-section
My son being the Miami Dolphins next Linebacker (He was a big baby.)and lastly, the numerous jokes that my anesthesiologist was making which I, regrettaly, can't remember the majority of due to the drugs I was on. Stupid Demerol.
But I would have to say the comments made during my daugher's C-section takes the cake.
They talked about cooties. My doctor was recently pulled over and he kept trying to hit on her, but his name was Sgt. Cootie and she said that no matter how enamored she could be with him, she couldn't bring herself to be Dr. Cootie.She talked about how it was so hard to stitch up floppy skin. (Thanks, Dr. Greene)
But the best part was what she was singing while the nurses counted off the instruments. During surgery, every five or ten minutes, the nurses have to count off the instruments to make sure they are all accounted for and while she was rambling off "Scalpel: one, two, three, four, five. Clamps: one, two, three, four, five in use, six in use..." so on and so on, my doctor was singing this:
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