My hat is off to you, Sir/Sirette, and all dudes/dudettes in the military for preserving our lives as we know it from the terrorist mother fu kkers.
Thank you.
My most memorable work-relationships are with orthopedists...guess muscle head dudes think alike....yeah, we sparred back and forth...
Me, with the..
"Know the difference between a carpenter and an orthopedic surgeon?"
"A carpenter knows at least TWO antibiotics."
And the orthopedic dude with his...
HEYYY! Bill!! How was Snow Mass? Geez, are ya gonna work for THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT?"
Affectionate banter. We both know our place. And we respect each other. Ya'll in training who gain erections from i=know-more-than-you-when-s hit-hits-the-fan have not-even close to a clue.
I tell you, from experience (even though many dudes, albeit non-real-world-dudes-who-post-on-this-board-like-they-are-experienced-dudes), Dr Dodson, Mr. 800K-a-year orthopedist dude,
knows his place and stands back when a non-orthopedic problem arises.
Not a pretentious statement. Just the truth. ALL ortho dudes (notice I said ALL) want to come in, put in their joint/pin, and leave.
And if theres a perioperative problem, they're looking for WOLF.