The new urologist in my girlfriend’s department was scheduled to perform his first ever surgery in the new hospital, and my girlfriend would supervise the situation upon his request.
Shortly before the first incision was to be made, Freya stopped him at once and asked him (quite blatantly) “what the hell he was doing ?”
And the man couldn’t answer the question at all.
In fact, he would have cut the patient more than 4-full-inches above the actual site. The supervising surgeon immediately took over and realized that the new urologist in town was at least a badly trained surgeon — if not a bad surgeon altogether.
Unfortunately, it turned out that the man fit in last category, and it was the drama of his life.
You see, he is the only male urologist in the department, and the two other female urologists were and are way better surgeons than he will ever be. And as this very man is a would-be -male, he can’t stop wondering what Greek letter he will be attributed with in the very end in between two -females ?
It’s still the single largest issue in the department today (after eight years), by the way: the females are surgically simply much better than he is —
And he is going berserk on Greek letters every which way.
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