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I was in the OR today and I saw two anesthesia attendings with fanny packs. What's up with that that?
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So a Medic Drop Leg pouch falls where on the lameness scale? Higher or lower than the Fanny Pack?
 
They’re saying one of two things by wearing it: 1) I’m prepared for anything by carrying everything all the time, or 2) don’t ever talk to me socially. 😀
 
What happend to BeatrixKiddo?

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Fanny packs are hella sexy. I prefer neon green.

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militarymd said:
Yeah she's pretty cute....but if you're a guy......and you wear a fanny pack.....

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Let me tell you about the greatest sex I ever had in my life...

Years ago when I was in undergrad, I met this study coordinator who was about 5 years older than me. She was smoking hot. Every time I had to meet up with her to review the project I was working on, the entire time I was thinking about every which way that I would violate her. She was very happily married, though. Finally, after we got to know each other for a while, she asks me if I'm seeing anyone special. I asked her why, kind of getting a little aroused, and she says that she's got this younger sister who's really nice and really cool, but has a hard time meeting guys.

Now, you can imagine me. I'm thinking if she's 1/10th as hot as this coordinator, I'm golden. I'm imagining this phenomenal chick who's so hot that guys are intimidated of her and won't ask her out (etc.). So, I say, "Sure. Give me her email."

So, we trade a few emails and finally decide to meet up. After mulling over ideas about how to be casual about it and not make it all date-like, I agree to meet her one afternoon at this downtown bar. I show up like a half-hour late (unintentionally... separate story) and I see this one girl sitting at the bar. Pretty average looking girl. She's wearing a fanny pack. And, I think, "Oh, ****. Hope that isn't her." I've described myself to her, and I'm sure her sister has described her to me. We didn't trade pics via email because this was before everyone had a digital camera laying around. She sees me. She smiles. I'm immediately starting to plan my exit.

I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen. We get to talking. She's into SCA (anyone know what SCA is? Google it) and goes on to tell me how she just bought this almost $1,000 chainmail top and never misses the Renaissance Fair whenever it comes to town. She's studying accounting. I'm (needless to say) pre-med. You get the picture.

So, I have the obligatory and "polite" beer. It's late afternoon, and I'm starting to mull over the excuses for leaving the bar such as my buddy's in the hospital or my dog tends to **** the carpet if I don't walk him every four hours as I'm swallowing the last few drops from the pint glass. When she asks, "Are you hungry? Let's have some dinner."

Now, remember. I've developed sort of a working relationship with this study coordinator who I'm going to have to see again. This is the part of my brain that decides to speak up and say, "Okay, sure. Let's get a table and get some food." The other part of my brain starts ordering beers and saying f*ck it, at least you can get a good drunk on.

Hours go by. I'm regaled by stories of collecting stuffed animals. I hear about her childhood dream of being an astronaut. I get stories about how good she always was at math. But, as the beer starts to flow through my veins, somehow she's looking better and better. Face was still average, but now I'm starting to notice, as Fergie puts it, her lady lumps.

At the end of dinner, I'm fully buzzed - but still entirely gentlemanly - and ready to excuse myself. We stand up from the table, and she grabs my hand in hers. Now, my guard all down and whatnot, I'm starting to think, "Oh crap. How do I get outta this one??" yet still strangely aroused. She's still got the fanny pack on. She says, "How 'bout another drink?" I can't refuse.

We walk to another pub close by... fanny pack still on her... and sit at the bar. Next thing I know, it's 1:00 AM. I probably haven't listened to a word she's said in the preceeding three hours. She's drunk. I'm probably drunk. I tell her that she can't drive her car home, and that we can take a taxi back to my apartment and she can sleep on the couch.

What ensued after that can best be described as quadruple-X porn flick. This young lady, fanny pack in tow, literally blew my mind (among other things). She ended-up spending the rest of the weekend at my place. At the end it, she told me, "I'm pretty busy with school. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. But, if you want to hang out from time to time, it's cool with me."

I've spent years after that trying to comprehend what happened. Then, I finally realized it. She didn't care. The same genetic flaw that compelled her to think it was okay to wear a fanny pack on a date must have been the same one that made her totally disinhibited. She had no "social censor". She didn't care what I thought. She wasn't at all concerned about what her outward impressiom showed to the world. Her lack of a filter allowed her to actually just truly enjoy being herself without a care about what I or anyone else thought about her. Her "dorkiness" translated into an experience for me where "anything goes" because she was focusing on enjoying herself and not what I thought about her.

It was utterly amazing. It happened a few times. And, while I was probably too superficial and shallow at the time (maybe still am) to get over the fact that she was a complete nerd, I have never since had such an experience between the sheets.

So, each time I see a fanny pack, I think about the fact that the person wearing it probably doesn't give a crap what you think... because they don't even know enough to consider it. To them, they're perfectly comfortable in their own self-indulgence and practicality. And, although the female fanny pack is rare, if I see a chick wearing one I'm compelled to talk to her.

Wear your fanny packs proudly, my friends. But, if you're a dude, I'm probably still going to laugh at you behind your back.

-coprp
 
coprolalia said:
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I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen....
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I wonder if you run up to a hot chick, snap a fanny pack around her, if the toxins from the fanny pack will soak into her brain and make her wild. Well... it's time to run a little experiment.
 
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coprolalia said:
Let me tell you about the greatest sex I ever had in my life...


What ensued after that can best be described as quadruple-X porn flick. This young lady, fanny pack in tow, literally blew my mind (among other things). She ended-up spending the rest of the weekend at my place. At the end it, she told me, "I'm pretty busy with school. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. But, if you want to hang out from time to time, it's cool with me."

-coprp
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.... and you've lost contact with her ?? :smack: :slap:
 
trinityalumnus said:
.... and you've lost contact with her ?? :smack: :slap:
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You ever hear the saying that "big" girls are like mopeds? They're both fun to ride but you don't want your friends to see you on one.

This girl wasn't "big", but same sentiment applies. I had my fun. I moved on. So did she. There's more to being around someone than just bangin'. And, as every dude knows, you can only do the "casual" thing for so long before one of the two parties, usually the girl, wants more...

-copro
 
coprolalia said:
Let me tell you about the greatest sex I ever had in my life...

Years ago when I was in undergrad, I met this study coordinator who was about 5 years older than me. She was smoking hot. Every time I had to meet up with her to review the project I was working on, the entire time I was thinking about every which way that I would violate her. She was very happily married, though. Finally, after we got to know each other for a while, she asks me if I'm seeing anyone special. I asked her why, kind of getting a little aroused, and she says that she's got this younger sister who's really nice and really cool, but has a hard time meeting guys.

Now, you can imagine me. I'm thinking if she's 1/10th as hot as this coordinator, I'm golden. I'm imagining this phenomenal chick who's so hot that guys are intimidated of her and won't ask her out (etc.). So, I say, "Sure. Give me her email."

So, we trade a few emails and finally decide to meet up. After mulling over ideas about how to be casual about it and not make it all date-like, I agree to meet her one afternoon at this downtown bar. I show up like a half-hour late (unintentionally... separate story) and I see this one girl sitting at the bar. Pretty average looking girl. She's wearing a fanny pack. And, I think, "Oh, ****. Hope that isn't her." I've described myself to her, and I'm sure her sister has described her to me. We didn't trade pics via email because this was before everyone had a digital camera laying around. She sees me. She smiles. I'm immediately starting to plan my exit.

I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen. We get to talking. She's into SCA (anyone know what SCA is? Google it) and goes on to tell me how she just bought this almost $1,000 chainmail top and never misses the Renaissance Fair whenever it comes to town. She's studying accounting. I'm (needless to say) pre-med. You get the picture.

So, I have the obligatory and "polite" beer. It's late afternoon, and I'm starting to mull over the excuses for leaving the bar such as my buddy's in the hospital or my dog tends to **** the carpet if I don't walk him every four hours as I'm swallowing the last few drops from the pint glass. When she asks, "Are you hungry? Let's have some dinner."

Now, remember. I've developed sort of a working relationship with this study coordinator who I'm going to have to see again. This is the part of my brain that decides to speak up and say, "Okay, sure. Let's get a table and get some food." The other part of my brain starts ordering beers and saying f*ck it, at least you can get a good drunk on.

Hours go by. I'm regaled by stories of collecting stuffed animals. I hear about her childhood dream of being an astronaut. I get stories about how good she always was at math. But, as the beer starts to flow through my veins, somehow she's looking better and better. Face was still average, but now I'm starting to notice, as Fergie puts it, her lady lumps.

At the end of dinner, I'm fully buzzed - but still entirely gentlemanly - and ready to excuse myself. We stand up from the table, and she grabs my hand in hers. Now, my guard all down and whatnot, I'm starting to think, "Oh crap. How do I get outta this one??" yet still strangely aroused. She's still got the fanny pack on. She says, "How 'bout another drink?" I can't refuse.

We walk to another pub close by... fanny pack still on her... and sit at the bar. Next thing I know, it's 1:00 AM. I probably haven't listened to a word she's said in the preceeding three hours. She's drunk. I'm probably drunk. I tell her that she can't drive her car home, and that we can take a taxi back to my apartment and she can sleep on the couch.

What ensued after that can best be described as quadruple-X porn flick. This young lady, fanny pack in tow, literally blew my mind (among other things). She ended-up spending the rest of the weekend at my place. At the end it, she told me, "I'm pretty busy with school. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. But, if you want to hang out from time to time, it's cool with me."

I've spent years after that trying to comprehend what happened. Then, I finally realized it. She didn't care. The same genetic flaw that compelled her to think it was okay to wear a fanny pack on a date must have been the same one that made her totally disinhibited. She had no "social censor". She didn't care what I thought. She wasn't at all concerned about what her outward impressiom showed to the world. Her lack of a filter allowed her to actually just truly enjoy being herself without a care about what I or anyone else thought about her. Her "dorkiness" translated into an experience for me where "anything goes" because she was focusing on enjoying herself and not what I thought about her.

It was utterly amazing. It happened a few times. And, while I was probably too superficial and shallow at the time (maybe still am) to get over the fact that she was a complete nerd, I have never since had such an experience between the sheets.

So, each time I see a fanny pack, I think about the fact that the person wearing it probably doesn't give a crap what you think... because they don't even know enough to consider it. To them, they're perfectly comfortable in their own self-indulgence and practicality. And, although the female fanny pack is rare, if I see a chick wearing one I'm compelled to talk to her.

Wear your fanny packs proudly, my friends. But, if you're a dude, I'm probably still going to laugh at you behind your back.

-coprp
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F'in great story. :laugh: Good stuff bro I haven't laughed like that all week.
 
coprolalia said:
Let me tell you about the greatest sex I ever had in my life...

Years ago when I was in undergrad, I met this study coordinator who was about 5 years older than me. She was smoking hot. Every time I had to meet up with her to review the project I was working on, the entire time I was thinking about every which way that I would violate her. She was very happily married, though. Finally, after we got to know each other for a while, she asks me if I'm seeing anyone special. I asked her why, kind of getting a little aroused, and she says that she's got this younger sister who's really nice and really cool, but has a hard time meeting guys.

Now, you can imagine me. I'm thinking if she's 1/10th as hot as this coordinator, I'm golden. I'm imagining this phenomenal chick who's so hot that guys are intimidated of her and won't ask her out (etc.). So, I say, "Sure. Give me her email."

So, we trade a few emails and finally decide to meet up. After mulling over ideas about how to be casual about it and not make it all date-like, I agree to meet her one afternoon at this downtown bar. I show up like a half-hour late (unintentionally... separate story) and I see this one girl sitting at the bar. Pretty average looking girl. She's wearing a fanny pack. And, I think, "Oh, ****. Hope that isn't her." I've described myself to her, and I'm sure her sister has described her to me. We didn't trade pics via email because this was before everyone had a digital camera laying around. She sees me. She smiles. I'm immediately starting to plan my exit.

I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen. We get to talking. She's into SCA (anyone know what SCA is? Google it) and goes on to tell me how she just bought this almost $1,000 chainmail top and never misses the Renaissance Fair whenever it comes to town. She's studying accounting. I'm (needless to say) pre-med. You get the picture.

So, I have the obligatory and "polite" beer. It's late afternoon, and I'm starting to mull over the excuses for leaving the bar such as my buddy's in the hospital or my dog tends to **** the carpet if I don't walk him every four hours as I'm swallowing the last few drops from the pint glass. When she asks, "Are you hungry? Let's have some dinner."

Now, remember. I've developed sort of a working relationship with this study coordinator who I'm going to have to see again. This is the part of my brain that decides to speak up and say, "Okay, sure. Let's get a table and get some food." The other part of my brain starts ordering beers and saying f*ck it, at least you can get a good drunk on.

Hours go by. I'm regaled by stories of collecting stuffed animals. I hear about her childhood dream of being an astronaut. I get stories about how good she always was at math. But, as the beer starts to flow through my veins, somehow she's looking better and better. Face was still average, but now I'm starting to notice, as Fergie puts it, her lady lumps.

At the end of dinner, I'm fully buzzed - but still entirely gentlemanly - and ready to excuse myself. We stand up from the table, and she grabs my hand in hers. Now, my guard all down and whatnot, I'm starting to think, "Oh crap. How do I get outta this one??" yet still strangely aroused. She's still got the fanny pack on. She says, "How 'bout another drink?" I can't refuse.

We walk to another pub close by... fanny pack still on her... and sit at the bar. Next thing I know, it's 1:00 AM. I probably haven't listened to a word she's said in the preceeding three hours. She's drunk. I'm probably drunk. I tell her that she can't drive her car home, and that we can take a taxi back to my apartment and she can sleep on the couch.

What ensued after that can best be described as quadruple-X porn flick. This young lady, fanny pack in tow, literally blew my mind (among other things). She ended-up spending the rest of the weekend at my place. At the end it, she told me, "I'm pretty busy with school. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. But, if you want to hang out from time to time, it's cool with me."

I've spent years after that trying to comprehend what happened. Then, I finally realized it. She didn't care. The same genetic flaw that compelled her to think it was okay to wear a fanny pack on a date must have been the same one that made her totally disinhibited. She had no "social censor". She didn't care what I thought. She wasn't at all concerned about what her outward impressiom showed to the world. Her lack of a filter allowed her to actually just truly enjoy being herself without a care about what I or anyone else thought about her. Her "dorkiness" translated into an experience for me where "anything goes" because she was focusing on enjoying herself and not what I thought about her.

It was utterly amazing. It happened a few times. And, while I was probably too superficial and shallow at the time (maybe still am) to get over the fact that she was a complete nerd, I have never since had such an experience between the sheets.

So, each time I see a fanny pack, I think about the fact that the person wearing it probably doesn't give a crap what you think... because they don't even know enough to consider it. To them, they're perfectly comfortable in their own self-indulgence and practicality. And, although the female fanny pack is rare, if I see a chick wearing one I'm compelled to talk to her.

Wear your fanny packs proudly, my friends. But, if you're a dude, I'm probably still going to laugh at you behind your back.

-coprp
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Man, I have to congratulate you on your amazing ability to tell a story!
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Fanny packs are NOT ONLY for homos.

They are a great way to hold stuff, like preops/anesthesiology manuals, pens/pencils/markers. For the most part I use all of the above every day.

I wear a small black one that is about 6-7 inches long and 3-4 inches tall. It just holds the handbook of anesthesiology (the current clinical strategies one), and a small notepad for writing down pearls, and a pen/marker/pencil.

It works for me, and it looks kind of professional.

Also you can hang your pager (as an SR I had to wear THREE) on it so your scrub pants don't fall down, and you look silly.

Again, I wear a fanny pack, I'm a guy and I like having sex with girls. Bottom line, do what works for you.

Plus it helps if you work out a lot. I'm not really sure why, but maybe it distracts people from the fanny pack. I guess it must be how fit the "fanny" the pack rests on is. Ha.
 
Why all the fanny pack hate? Yes, the name of the bag is a little gay. But its work. Its the OR. Work is full of sputum, phlegm, vomit, blood. I come to work and put on my ugly 5 year old Danskos that are now grayish, covered in organsims and have a very dirty now black EKG sticker stuck on the bottom from who know whn. Put on my fanny pack which carries everything - keys, credit card, name badge, pager, phone, pens, moisturizer, chapstick, gum, nail clippers, mini scissors, alcohol swabs, mirror, floss. It's dorky, but at my breath is fresh, my teeth are clean and my skin is moisturized.

Besides, just like I would never wear mannish clunky clogs outside the OR, I do not wear the fanny pack in 'public'. I dont even let my dirty fanny pack live in the same closet as my Chanel, Gucci, Prada and Louis Vuitton purses (my babies!) Plus I think it matches. Fanny packs match the grimy clogs and the ill-fittng buffant cap and the shapeless scrubs for an 'OR' look - like my Chanel purse matches my Manolo heels for an 'out of the hospital' look.
 
Laurel123 said:
Why all the fanny pack hate? Yes, the name of the bag is a little gay. But its work. Its the OR. Work is full of sputum, phlegm, vomit, blood. I come to work and put on my ugly 5 year old Danskos that are now grayish, covered in organsims and have a very dirty now black EKG sticker stuck on the bottom from who know whn. Put on my fanny pack which carries everything - keys, credit card, name badge, pager, phone, pens, moisturizer, chapstick, gum, nail clippers, mini scissors, alcohol swabs, mirror, floss. It's dorky, but at my breath is fresh, my teeth are clean and my skin is moisturized.

Besides, just like I would never wear mannish clunky clogs outside the OR, I do not wear the fanny pack in 'public'. I dont even let my dirty fanny pack live in the same closet as my Chanel, Gucci, Prada and Louis Vuitton purses (my babies!) Plus I think it matches. Fanny packs match the grimy clogs and the ill-fittng buffant cap and the shapeless scrubs for an 'OR' look - like my Chanel purse matches my Manolo heels for an 'out of the hospital' look.
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You bring up a good point. You are a girl and the rules are slightly different b/w the sexes. So if you carry nail clippers, chapstick, moisturizer, a mirror etc then what is a guy carrying? Please refer to my earlier post.
But why not just put all that crap in your locker? Are you using all this during the cases?
 
See, this sucks. At this place, our narcs are given to us in fanny pack form- they hand us a pack with a little box o' meds inside, which we have to give back later. We don't really have the option of not carrying the stupid fanny pack.

So obviously I ditch the thing in my anesthesia cart post haste, but that still leaves a 50 yard walk from pharmacy to OR where I have to have a fanny pack on my person, and when you move around on call, you gotta have the ******* thing with you.

I end up just holding it in my hand almost like it was a dead rodent, this after trying the "sling it over my shoulder" method and deciding it looked way too much like a man purse.

Some others around here have embraced the thing and taken it to cartoonish Batman-utility-belt levels. It's kinda scary.

Stupid fanny packs.
 
i think the ability to have your drugs with you or in your room kicks the crap out of what i had to do at other places - ie, get the drugs out of pyxis for every patient during turn over. That sucks crap. I loved having an OR pharmacy during my residency and you could ask for a bunch of crap in the am (diluadid, ketamine, doxepram, etc....)

Now I'm not saying that a gay pack is the best way to transport that stuff, but whatever. If everybody in the place is wearing a fanny pack, you don't look that gay, do you?

I think if all you know is getting drugs out of pyxis, then you may not think it is such a hassel, but when you have had it the other way, it absolutely SUCKS!
 
invitro said:
Fanny packs are NOT ONLY for homos.


They are a great way to hold stuff, like preops/anesthesiology manuals, pens/pencils/markers. For the most part I use all of the above every day.

I wear a small black one that is about 6-7 inches long and 3-4 inches tall. It just holds the handbook of anesthesiology (the current clinical strategies one), and a small notepad for writing down pearls, and a pen/marker/pencil.

It works for me, and it looks kind of professional.

Also you can hang your pager (as an SR I had to wear THREE) on it so your scrub pants don't fall down, and you look silly.

Again, I wear a fanny pack, I'm a guy and I like having sex with girls. Bottom line, do what works for you.

Plus it helps if you work out a lot. I'm not really sure why, but maybe it distracts people from the fanny pack. I guess it must be how fit the "fanny" the pack rests on is. Ha.
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Correction : Fanny packs are for homos. You don't need a man purse to hold all of the aforementioned articles. You just choose to b/c you like it...

Fanny packs look professional if you are a plumber. And wtf are you talking about working out? I don't care if you are jacked up like Arnold used to be, I, along with everyone, will notice the fanny pack. Instead of just being a "homo", you will now be labeled a "jacked-up homo".
 
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For those that do not use a fanny pack, what do you do with your narcs? I am a new CA1. At my program, we check out all of our narcs at the beginning of the day, as we do not yet have a Pyxis. I hate wearing a fanny pack, but have no better solution.
 
Hawaiian Bruin said:
See, this sucks. At this place, our narcs are given to us in fanny pack form
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That does suck.

Hawaiian Bruin said:
So obviously I ditch the thing in my anesthesia cart post haste, but that still leaves a 50 yard walk from pharmacy to OR where I have to have a fanny pack on my person, and when you move around on call, you gotta have the ******* thing with you.
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Though it's annoying that you have to deal with it, I don't think this conversation applies to you since it is forced upon you, even if it sucks. For reference we are administered our narcs in a ziploc bag, which is generally carried in the back pocket or hand... It tends to not be a big deal...

Hawaiian Bruin said:
I end up just holding it in my hand almost like it was a dead rodent, this after trying the "sling it over my shoulder" method and deciding it looked way too much like a man purse.
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:laugh: Anyway, it's called a "murse"

Hawaiian Bruin said:
Some others around here have embraced the thing and taken it to cartoonish Batman-utility-belt levels.
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Fail.
 
coprolalia said:
I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen. We get to talking. She's into SCA (anyone know what SCA is? Google it) and goes on to tell me how she just bought this almost $1,000 chainmail top and never misses the Renaissance Fair whenever it comes to town. She's studying accounting. I'm (needless to say) pre-med. You get the picture.
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SCA = http://www.scahq.org/ ??????

Sounds like a good fit to me... :laugh:
 
Good one, RT2MD. 😉

But, this is actually the "SCA" I was referring to...

http://www.sca.org/

But, who knows? Maybe still a good fit. :laugh:

-copro
 
P.S. Somehow I'd expect that such a large group of dorks would have better HTML skills. Then again, they are stuck in the 17th century...
 
militarymd said:
Simple...they're homos
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Laurel123 said:
the name of the bag is a little gay.
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militarymd said:
OK...besides being gay....
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epidural man said:
Now I'm not saying that a gay pack is the best way to transport that stuff, but whatever. If everybody in the place is wearing a fanny pack, you don't look that gay, do you?
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GuP said:
Correction : Fanny packs are for homos...
Instead of just being a "homo", you will now be labeled a "jacked-up homo".
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I don't know what kinds of gay people you folks associate with...but I myself don't know of any gay people who would be caught dead wearing anything so dreadful as a fanny pack.
 
scotchnwater said:
I don't know what kinds of gay people you folks associate with...but I myself don't know of any gay people who would be caught dead wearing anything so dreadful as a fanny pack.
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I was thinking the same thing. Most gay men i've met have far better fashion sense than to wear something like that. I think of fanny packs as going with fat, white, loud, 40ish yrs old, american men.
 
Well, at my last hospital we had two gay anesthesiologists and neither of them wore fanny packs.

I am in private practice now. Out of 20 guys, about 5 have fanny packs. Five carry around a tackle box with a bunch of gadgets. The rest have messenger bags or backpacks. I dont know what they carry in their fanny packs - since over 50 percent of the stuff in my fanny pack are 'girly' items.

But if you are a gay guy and would like a fanny pack but dont want to sacrifice style, both Louis Vuitton and Gucci make a cute fanny pack but they are called bum bags and belt bags.
 
If you work in a hospital somewhere in the modern world there shouldn't be anything that you need to carry around all the time to help you do your job. I can't think of anything!
Drugs should be where drugs are kept, you take what you need for each patient from there.
Airway equipment belong in the OR.
Monitors belong in the OR.
If there is one thing that you should carry around it should be a stethoscope, not because you need it but because it makes you look serious, and patients love it when you listen to their hearts.
And put a pen in your pocket.
One more thing: If you are an attending please don't carry around anesthesia books.
 
-Not all physicians have a photographic memory....that's why I keep my preops in my pack. It helps jog my memory...especially if I have 4 or 5 cases for the day.

-I'm really trying to learn the handbook well, but I know I will need to occasionally look up dosing for drugs that I don't use often...again I don't have a photographic memory

-I don't know why everyone is so against it, it doesn't look that bad...really, esp if you have a small fanny pack. Honestly, I think the propensity of people in the OR to not care about gaining weight (scrubs can cover up a lot) is a much bigger problem. Was working in OB the other day, and man, some of the nurses really need to get on the south beach diet, or something.

-Finally, don't you CA-1s have more important things to stress out about..like learning how to intubate/IVs/epidurals/spinals/central lines/ etc? Isn't the OP a PGY1??? You probably have a lot of other things to worry about that how you look in the OR.
 
militarymd said:
Simple...they're homos
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PLEASE:laugh:... this card carrying member would never even want to be in the same room as a fanny pack... Not to perpetuate stereotypes, but honestly, most of us keep up on the fashion side of life (at least what we can afford to as students/residents) and fanny packs are never on our shopping lists.
 
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invitro said:
-Not all physicians have a photographic memory....that's why I keep my preops in my pack. It helps jog my memory...especially if I have 4 or 5 cases for the day.
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I am sure you can find other ways to carry your pre-ops. A fanny pack is gay and unacceptable

I'm really trying to learn the handbook well, but I know I will need to occasionally look up dosing for drugs that I don't use often...again I don't have a photographic memory
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An attending with a handbook, esp an anesthesia attending with a pharm dosing book, is weak.

I don't know why everyone is so against it, it doesn't look that bad...really, esp if you have a small fanny pack. Honestly, I think the propensity of people in the OR to not care about gaining weight (scrubs can cover up a lot) is a much bigger problem. Was working in OB the other day, and man, some of the nurses really need to get on the south beach diet, or something.
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Everyone is so against b/c it looks gay. Look around you and the world you live in...we are just stating the obvious.

And b/c nurses are fat and look bent out of shape, you want to wear a fanny pack to blend in and look like an ass-clown along with them?

Finally, don't you CA-1s have more important things to stress out about..like learning how to intubate/IVs/epidurals/spinals/central lines/ etc? Isn't the OP a PGY1??? You probably have a lot of other things to worry about that how you look in the OR.
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Way to justify carrying a fanny pack 🙄

And why does it matter what year I am? You mad 'cuz I pointed out the obvious and the truth hurts? Get rid of your fanny pack plz....
 
I do have to protest a lttile in defense of our gay friends. I live in an area where there are both a lot of gays and a lot of tourists. I even went to the pride parade this past year and I saw lots of tank tops, shaved chests, great tans, tattos and piercings - but no fanny packs. I do believe their standards for fashion are higher than the average straight male.

But I do see a lot of fanny packs in public around here. But it is NEVER the gay guys. If they are skinny and well groomed with a fanny pack - they are always European. Fat and sloppy with a fanny pack - midwestern or southern Americans here on vacation.
 
invitro said:
-not All Physicians Have A Photographic Memory....that's Why I Keep My Preops In My Pack. It Helps Jog My Memory...especially If I Have 4 Or 5 Cases For The Day.

-i'm Really Trying To Learn The Handbook Well, But I Know I Will Need To Occasionally Look Up Dosing For Drugs That I Don't Use Often...again I Don't Have A Photographic Memory

-i Don't Know Why Everyone Is So Against It, It Doesn't Look That Bad...really, Esp If You Have A Small Fanny Pack. Honestly, I Think The Propensity Of People In The Or To Not Care About Gaining Weight (scrubs Can Cover Up A Lot) Is A Much Bigger Problem. Was Working In Ob The Other Day, And Man, Some Of The Nurses Really Need To Get On The South Beach Diet, Or Something.

-finally, Don't You Ca-1s Have More Important Things To Stress Out About..like Learning How To Intubate/ivs/epidurals/spinals/central Lines/ Etc? Isn't The Op A Pgy1??? You Probably Have A Lot Of Other Things To Worry About That How You Look In The Or.
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hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
 
GuP said:
I am sure you can find other ways to carry your pre-ops. A fanny pack is gay and unacceptable



An attending with a handbook, esp an anesthesia attending with a pharm dosing book, is weak.



Everyone is so against b/c it looks gay. Look around you and the world you live in...we are just stating the obvious.

And b/c nurses are fat and look bent out of shape, you want to wear a fanny pack to blend in and look like an ass-clown along with them?



Way to justify carrying a fanny pack 🙄

And why does it matter what year I am? You mad 'cuz I pointed out the obvious and the truth hurts? Get rid of your fanny pack plz....
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😆😆😆

man this thread is crakkin' me up
 
coprolalia said:
Let me tell you about the greatest sex I ever had in my life...

Years ago when I was in undergrad, I met this study coordinator who was about 5 years older than me. She was smoking hot. Every time I had to meet up with her to review the project I was working on, the entire time I was thinking about every which way that I would violate her. She was very happily married, though. Finally, after we got to know each other for a while, she asks me if I'm seeing anyone special. I asked her why, kind of getting a little aroused, and she says that she's got this younger sister who's really nice and really cool, but has a hard time meeting guys.

Now, you can imagine me. I'm thinking if she's 1/10th as hot as this coordinator, I'm golden. I'm imagining this phenomenal chick who's so hot that guys are intimidated of her and won't ask her out (etc.). So, I say, "Sure. Give me her email."

So, we trade a few emails and finally decide to meet up. After mulling over ideas about how to be casual about it and not make it all date-like, I agree to meet her one afternoon at this downtown bar. I show up like a half-hour late (unintentionally... separate story) and I see this one girl sitting at the bar. Pretty average looking girl. She's wearing a fanny pack. And, I think, "Oh, ****. Hope that isn't her." I've described myself to her, and I'm sure her sister has described her to me. We didn't trade pics via email because this was before everyone had a digital camera laying around. She sees me. She smiles. I'm immediately starting to plan my exit.

I learn quickly that genetics is a cruel mistress. Whatever Royal Flush was dealt by her parents to her older sister gave her a non-suited 2, 3, 8, ten and Queen. We get to talking. She's into SCA (anyone know what SCA is? Google it) and goes on to tell me how she just bought this almost $1,000 chainmail top and never misses the Renaissance Fair whenever it comes to town. She's studying accounting. I'm (needless to say) pre-med. You get the picture.

So, I have the obligatory and "polite" beer. It's late afternoon, and I'm starting to mull over the excuses for leaving the bar such as my buddy's in the hospital or my dog tends to **** the carpet if I don't walk him every four hours as I'm swallowing the last few drops from the pint glass. When she asks, "Are you hungry? Let's have some dinner."

Now, remember. I've developed sort of a working relationship with this study coordinator who I'm going to have to see again. This is the part of my brain that decides to speak up and say, "Okay, sure. Let's get a table and get some food." The other part of my brain starts ordering beers and saying f*ck it, at least you can get a good drunk on.

Hours go by. I'm regaled by stories of collecting stuffed animals. I hear about her childhood dream of being an astronaut. I get stories about how good she always was at math. But, as the beer starts to flow through my veins, somehow she's looking better and better. Face was still average, but now I'm starting to notice, as Fergie puts it, her lady lumps.

At the end of dinner, I'm fully buzzed - but still entirely gentlemanly - and ready to excuse myself. We stand up from the table, and she grabs my hand in hers. Now, my guard all down and whatnot, I'm starting to think, "Oh crap. How do I get outta this one??" yet still strangely aroused. She's still got the fanny pack on. She says, "How 'bout another drink?" I can't refuse.

We walk to another pub close by... fanny pack still on her... and sit at the bar. Next thing I know, it's 1:00 AM. I probably haven't listened to a word she's said in the preceeding three hours. She's drunk. I'm probably drunk. I tell her that she can't drive her car home, and that we can take a taxi back to my apartment and she can sleep on the couch.

What ensued after that can best be described as quadruple-X porn flick. This young lady, fanny pack in tow, literally blew my mind (among other things). She ended-up spending the rest of the weekend at my place. At the end it, she told me, "I'm pretty busy with school. I'm not really looking for a boyfriend. But, if you want to hang out from time to time, it's cool with me."

I've spent years after that trying to comprehend what happened. Then, I finally realized it. She didn't care. The same genetic flaw that compelled her to think it was okay to wear a fanny pack on a date must have been the same one that made her totally disinhibited. She had no "social censor". She didn't care what I thought. She wasn't at all concerned about what her outward impressiom showed to the world. Her lack of a filter allowed her to actually just truly enjoy being herself without a care about what I or anyone else thought about her. Her "dorkiness" translated into an experience for me where "anything goes" because she was focusing on enjoying herself and not what I thought about her.

It was utterly amazing. It happened a few times. And, while I was probably too superficial and shallow at the time (maybe still am) to get over the fact that she was a complete nerd, I have never since had such an experience between the sheets.

So, each time I see a fanny pack, I think about the fact that the person wearing it probably doesn't give a crap what you think... because they don't even know enough to consider it. To them, they're perfectly comfortable in their own self-indulgence and practicality. And, although the female fanny pack is rare, if I see a chick wearing one I'm compelled to talk to her.

Wear your fanny packs proudly, my friends. But, if you're a dude, I'm probably still going to laugh at you behind your back.

-coprp
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That was a really long post, to which my only thoughts were about some comedian who once pondered what it would be like to have sex with a deaf chick whose noises in bed were completely uninhibited. :laugh:
 
BEST THREAD, E V E R.......:laugh::laugh::laugh:
 
militarymd said:
Simple...they're homos
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I think I just chocked on my own drool :laugh: I think it's something that might also go along with the rubber boots concept. As far as I'm concerned our physicians are provided with O.R. proof footwear from the disgustingness of what the patients might bring, why the rubber boots?? I can only imagine what is permanently residing on those things, yuck.
 
Yo GuP,
I saw another one today... a CA-1 with a fanny pack. I almost choked on my coffee as I thought she was remotely cool. And then BAM.... she walks in with this fanny pack as if she were caught in some time warp.
We have to make a statement. Something in the bylaws to prevent future classes from being infiltrated.
 
I am SO buying a fannypack!!! Gotta start early, not wait till CA1
 
a blind man wore a fanny pack in the presence of chuck norris. Chuck norris gave him an ice cold stare which restored the blind mans vision. Sadly the first, last, and only thing he saw was a roundhouse kick to the face.

i hope we have learned our lesson
 
I know gay people.
I've worked with gay people.
Gay people are friends of mine.
And you, Mr. fanny packer, are not gay.

(Any self respecting gay person would not be caught dead wearing a fanny pack.)

Just because the pharmacy gives it to you doesn't mean you have to put it on.

I can carry up my wife's laundry up the stairs without putting it on.
 
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