My back burner is getting crowded. Recently I've moved brushing my teeth back there, where it joined washing the dishes, wearing contacts, shaving, and other miscellaneous hygienic pursuits. So about half the time, I walk around the hospital with plaque-covered teeth, bad breath, glasses, and the asian patchy stubble. It's like I'm back in junior high. Or high school. Or college. Actually, never mind.

I'm on my surgical oncology rotation right now, and I have the good fortune of having two medical students with me. In addition to helping me with the workload, they provide me with no small measure of amusement. One of them, especially, reminds me of one of Judd Apatow's coterie with his goofy, slacker-type approach to things.

Zach: What does RSN stand for?

Sai: Registered... something nurse. Surgical?

Zach: Super?

So now I'm considering adding SMD to my signature. And if I get sued for misrepresentation, I can always say that the S stands for sexy. Ugh, never mind again. Smelly, maybe.