First the attending is all like "Liz, what's the answer to this impossible question?" And I'm all like:
And then I make a guess at it, which 99% of the time turns out to be wrong. Then she says "WRONG!" And I'm all like:
As if that wasn't enough embarrassment for the day, the scrub tech asks me to complete a simple task which I have no clue how to do... so I'm all like:
Finally, a boat-load of super intelligent people (plastic surgeons, neurosurgeons) all enter the OR and everyone starts asking me question I just don't know. And I'm all like:
I answer wrong. They ask me to guess again. And I'm all like:
By the end of the day of not knowing answers, saying stupid stuff, and being scarred for life. I'm all like:
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