A random discussion on the attractions of the field of pathology led me to reminisce about a terrible experience, which is far from unique apparently, that I had on the OB service where I spent one particularly dreadful day retracting a pannus on a significantly obese pregnant woman for a C-section. My job was to hold the fold of fat that naturally wanted to cover the incisional site. It gave me "The Fat Retractin' Blues" and I wanted to know if anyone had any ideas for specific lyrics, or perhaps other terrible inspiring stories from clinical years. Got me a sore arm. Got me some greasy fingers. Got me some sore wrists from the ole' retractin' stick. The surgeon yellin' at me to keep myself still. Sweat beadin' down my face. Ain't eaten nothin' for 8 hours and a half. Got me the fat-retractin' blues. Anyone else got these blues? I also had the Unnecessary Rectal Exam Blues, the Debridin' the Infected Diabetic Foot Blues, the 5am Surgical Rounds Blues, and the Psych Patient Just Spit in my Face Blues.