And it gets worse
After my depressing dental visit yesterday, it was not helpful to have the gentleman behind me on the shuttle bus this morning tap my shoulder to inform me: "You know, you're looking for a suprascapular nerve injury by carrying your bag on one shoulder like that."
How had he judged my risk of nerve injury just by observing me carry my bag for the five minutes from disembarking the train to walking to the company shuttle? I wanted to cry. Maybe the friend of mine who had once reflected that every day since she'd turned 30 her body had began to fall apart was right.
Instead of being angry or breaking down in tears, I responded that I was not looking for such an injury, but tried to be polite and ask his suggestions for avoiding such an event, which really sounds kind of dire.
This is the problem with working at a pharma company, too much medical knowledge on the shuttle bus.
How had he judged my risk of nerve injury just by observing me carry my bag for the five minutes from disembarking the train to walking to the company shuttle? I wanted to cry. Maybe the friend of mine who had once reflected that every day since she'd turned 30 her body had began to fall apart was right.
Instead of being angry or breaking down in tears, I responded that I was not looking for such an injury, but tried to be polite and ask his suggestions for avoiding such an event, which really sounds kind of dire.
This is the problem with working at a pharma company, too much medical knowledge on the shuttle bus.
Comments
hmm, I wonder if this was just an odd and akward pick up trick on the part of your shuttle bus buddy. I mean, afterall, you are a cutie lady!