Joey is working as a tour guide at the museum where Ross is a paleontologist. Because he’s a tour guide, he wears a blue blazer. Doctors/scientists wear lab coats. Rhonda, played by The View’s Sherri Shepherd, is explaining the museum segregation to Joey, telling him why she is certain that Ross will not sit next to him for lunch.
After all these years, her lines still get quoted around this house. We’re constantly perfecting our Rhonda imitations.
So I now do medical editing using voice recognition software and a whole mess of other high tech gizmos and gidgees that I barely understand. Essentially, I’m reminded on a daily basis what a dummypants I am. Still, I get to endure this daily assault on my ego in privacy of my own home, so that’s cool, but I’m basically a doctor now and I don’t make a doctor’s income, which is less cool.
Last week doing research on the job, I found, finally, the cardiac condition I was looking for — something called “Wenckebach.” It’s some kind of block in your heart and it’s pretty no bueno and that’s all you need to know for our purposes here, because the really important thing here is that during this research, I found a YouTube video on this whole Wenckebach dealio made by med students at the University of Alberta as a study aid of sorts. It’s called “Diagnosis Wenckebach” and it’s a spoof of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back.”
I am seriously in love with all of these med students.
Diagnosis Wenckebach
Ever since we started on this cardiac
I’ve turned into a hypochondriac
I’m all filled up with those sclerotic plaques
Just watch it. You don’t have to understand a thing. It’s a thing a beauty, if you ask me.
With his ice cold hand, he lifted my chin so I had to meet his eyes. Gently he brushed my hair off my forehead, and then pulled the zombie finger from the mess of my hair, and tossed it into the trash with the burned money. I blushed, knowing a lady should not have extraneous zombie body parts in her hair. I did not look my best at all, with the zombie spatter and tentacle juice stinking upon my Edwardian-pale skin. But I felt that he looked beyond that, to the soul inside.
“Mr. Skilling, you’re making me quite dizzy,†I murmured.
I stood beside him, feeling warm inside. How could a man so dead make me feel so alive?
