I have physical exam lab the day after lecture. After sweating in my white coat for an hour, I was the last student to perform the exam. There were four students, one standardized patient, and one instructor in every lab room. Everybody watches you do your exam which is a little nerve racking. The instructor kept on correcting my hand position to make lumps and irregularities more obvious. She kindly told me, "Now, it's called the lawn mower technique, and you know when you're mowing a lawn you want to keep your lines straight. The same idea applies here, so you don't miss anything." I nervously replied with, "I don't mow lawns. Well actually, nobody let's me mow the lawn anymore because last time I did, my sister said the lines were too crooked." (This is a true story - my sister sent pictures of the lawn to my dad to show off how dysfunctional I am) We all had a nice little chuckle, even the lady with her top off had a laugh... awkward!
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Friday, February 8, 2008
The Lawn Mower Stripper Technique
I have physical exam lab the day after lecture. After sweating in my white coat for an hour, I was the last student to perform the exam. There were four students, one standardized patient, and one instructor in every lab room. Everybody watches you do your exam which is a little nerve racking. The instructor kept on correcting my hand position to make lumps and irregularities more obvious. She kindly told me, "Now, it's called the lawn mower technique, and you know when you're mowing a lawn you want to keep your lines straight. The same idea applies here, so you don't miss anything." I nervously replied with, "I don't mow lawns. Well actually, nobody let's me mow the lawn anymore because last time I did, my sister said the lines were too crooked." (This is a true story - my sister sent pictures of the lawn to my dad to show off how dysfunctional I am) We all had a nice little chuckle, even the lady with her top off had a laugh... awkward!
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