Look at me, I'm so cute in my scrubs

We are always looking for symbols to represent our desires or our triumphs or puff up or little egos. For some reason, people think it's cool to wear scrubs because it tells the whole wide world where you've been. It doesn't matter if you've just gotten done looking up someone's colon with a probe and you were dumb enough to pump it up with too much air and forgot to decompress it.

Like when you go to the grocery store for a stick of gum and the cashier looks at you, wide eyes, beaming: "So, what kind of doctor are you?"
And it makes you feel good because someone noticed.

So my fellow MS III wears scrubs to work because he thinks it's cool and he rationalizes: "I just hate to wear a tie."
Right. So he makes his own rules.
And he is relating a story of how he wore his scrubs to go visit his friend recovering from surgery at a big hospital. With a big, idiotic smile on his face, he tells of how a nurse hands him a chart and says "he's all yours, doc".

Aw, I said, did that make you feel good?

Well, yes, he says in his Carolina drawl.
Gee, is it such a big surprise that he wants to be a surgeon?

It's so amazing too how it is that some folks like to fill up the void of what they don't know by throwing out medical terms that mean "go forward" or "feeding tube" or "right eye" and hope someone notices that they were a former paramedic or nurse. It is also amazing how these same folks like to refer to "us kids" that don't know the system. Well, duh, I thought that was why we were in medical school. Does a baby know that he is supposed to swallow instead of vomit or to ask to go to the bathroom instead of poo in his pants the minute he plops out of the uterus?

My point exactly.

We've all got to start somewhere and this condescending bit about: "Aw, you poor things don't know what an admission order is" or "TKO is to keep open" or "a banana bag means multivitamins" is just rubbing it in my face a little too raw. It's like wasabi up the nose when you're not prepared for it.

But today, there is a score for the "Us Kids" as we round and meet with a person in alcohol withdrawal and flailing in his restraints.
I said: "Oh no, that's no good because before we know it, his CPK is sky high and he goes into renal failure."
In normal speak, this translates to the guy is going to break down his muscles because he is flailing and having seizures that he is going to screw up his kidneys.
The former nurse turns her cute head and laughs a great big one my way shooting me this "but seriously" look.

"Look at that," says the attending as he flips through the chart. "Look at the CPK value. The next thing we know, he is going into renal failure."

Exactamundo. The nurse is refusing to look my way.