In case you watched Grey's Anatomy tonight, apparently the penis fish does exist. Google it. And I don't care if it only happens in places like the Amazon - I will now use this as my reason to never, ever swim in a lake again. I've been looking for a good reason. The Pastor has not found any of the other excuses I've used to be credible.
I have a friend who is doctor. We'll call her Dr. Friend.
This week, I decided I was about 50/50 on whether or not it would be a cool job to be a doctor, the 50/50 being based on exactly two stories told to me by Dr. Friend. One, a patient threw up on Dr. Friend's shoes. Now, as exciting as it would be to have a legitimate reason to go shoe shopping, someone barfs on my shoes and I'd be looking for a new job. I would even have issues with my own flesh and blood barfing on my footwear so thank goodness Nate wasn't much of a thrower-upper when he was a wee one.
But then I decided it might be a cool job to be a doctor when Dr. Friend relayed the story about getting to ask a female patient why her testicles were missing, but her penis was not. Maybe a fish was somehow involved?
I almost wish I hadn't seen that on Grey's Anatomy tonight. No telling what I'll dream about now - certainly not Dr. McDreamy.