In all the afternoon, I had gone with my staff person about the hospital.
First stop was the MRI. A patient who is a little over 36 hours old has a persistent metabolic acidosis. On the MRS, a huge lactate peak was noted. The neuroradiologist hinted at a mitochondrial metabolic disease.
Second stop was at the Department of Laboratories and Pathology. A baby had died two days back and the parents had consented to a post. It was hard to focus on the autopsy as a pathology tech was using an automated bone saw in cutting up a leg (presumably post amputation for an extensive osteosarcoma). In that moment, I wished I was vegeterian. Gulp. I don't get queasy easily but I was glad to step out and the smell of formalin wafted in the air behind me as I walked away.
Just as we were to walk out the main laboratory exits, there was a small display of equipment used there. One particular thing caught my eye.
Underneath a simple looking device was a sign which read:
This machine is used for sperm analysis. This equipment was developed based on technology from heat seeking ballistic missiles.
Hah. How appropriate. And what perfect timing.
After a long day, I needed some comic relief.
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