Raid of the red scorpion
May. 23rd, 2011 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyYesterday's mystery item wasn't much of a mystery, was it? Everyone guessed this:
My mother rang me at work to say she has a cold and could I pick up some throat lozenges for her. No Throaties, she said, she doesn't like them. No Butter Menthols either, nor Strepsils, nor Anticol, nor Fisherman's Friends, and she already has some VapoDrops. After careful examination of the throat lozenge shelf in the supermarket, I found some tubes of Soothers. I rang her to say that's what I'd be bringing round after work and she said, oh, perfect, they're her favourites. It would have saved a bit of time if she'd said that in the first place, but I suppose she's sick, so I'll cut her some slack.
I also had to stop at the chemist to get some cough medicine for her. There was quite a queue, so I amused myself while I was waiting by looking at the perfume counter. They were out of the little cardboard testers, so I had to think carefully before choosing one to spray on my wrist. I eventually decided on Gucci (by Gucci, you'll be astonished to learn) and sprayed it in the air, waving my wrist through it for a light scent. Until I got back to the car, that is, when the warmth of the car re-activated it and it exploded around me. Honestly, if it had been visible it would have been a mushroom cloud, and it had much the same effect. I had to wind the windows down and when I got back to work I scrubbed my arm. Several hours later I can still smell it. At least it smells nice. Not like the one I tried a few years ago that was so vile I contemplated cutting my arm off to get away from it.
Medical news today: the Australian Medical Association (the doctors' union) wants to crack down on non-doctors using the title 'doctor' to describe themselves. Which starts off sounding reasonable, but it gets all tied up in knots because most of the people we call doctors actually don't have a doctorate (the standard Australian medical degree is the MBBS, which consists of two bachelor degrees) and most of the people who actually do have doctorates aren't medical professionals. Anyway, there was a delightful and absolutely serious response to this article online by a (medical) doctor who suggested that anyone calling themselves doctor should also have to add bits to their title to demonstrate what it is. This culminates in the idea that someone with a PhD, a medical degree and a doctorate in something else should be referred to as 'Medical Doctor Professor Doctor Doctor Doctor Smith'. This can be abbreviated to MD Prof Dr Dr Dr Smith. And if members of the general population, for example, flight attendants, are trained to recognise the difference between an MD Dr, a Prof Dr and a Dr without additives, then that will save time on flights when they need to find a doctor in an emergency. As opposed to, say, just asking what sort of doctor someone is.
My mother rang me at work to say she has a cold and could I pick up some throat lozenges for her. No Throaties, she said, she doesn't like them. No Butter Menthols either, nor Strepsils, nor Anticol, nor Fisherman's Friends, and she already has some VapoDrops. After careful examination of the throat lozenge shelf in the supermarket, I found some tubes of Soothers. I rang her to say that's what I'd be bringing round after work and she said, oh, perfect, they're her favourites. It would have saved a bit of time if she'd said that in the first place, but I suppose she's sick, so I'll cut her some slack.
I also had to stop at the chemist to get some cough medicine for her. There was quite a queue, so I amused myself while I was waiting by looking at the perfume counter. They were out of the little cardboard testers, so I had to think carefully before choosing one to spray on my wrist. I eventually decided on Gucci (by Gucci, you'll be astonished to learn) and sprayed it in the air, waving my wrist through it for a light scent. Until I got back to the car, that is, when the warmth of the car re-activated it and it exploded around me. Honestly, if it had been visible it would have been a mushroom cloud, and it had much the same effect. I had to wind the windows down and when I got back to work I scrubbed my arm. Several hours later I can still smell it. At least it smells nice. Not like the one I tried a few years ago that was so vile I contemplated cutting my arm off to get away from it.
Medical news today: the Australian Medical Association (the doctors' union) wants to crack down on non-doctors using the title 'doctor' to describe themselves. Which starts off sounding reasonable, but it gets all tied up in knots because most of the people we call doctors actually don't have a doctorate (the standard Australian medical degree is the MBBS, which consists of two bachelor degrees) and most of the people who actually do have doctorates aren't medical professionals. Anyway, there was a delightful and absolutely serious response to this article online by a (medical) doctor who suggested that anyone calling themselves doctor should also have to add bits to their title to demonstrate what it is. This culminates in the idea that someone with a PhD, a medical degree and a doctorate in something else should be referred to as 'Medical Doctor Professor Doctor Doctor Doctor Smith'. This can be abbreviated to MD Prof Dr Dr Dr Smith. And if members of the general population, for example, flight attendants, are trained to recognise the difference between an MD Dr, a Prof Dr and a Dr without additives, then that will save time on flights when they need to find a doctor in an emergency. As opposed to, say, just asking what sort of doctor someone is.