|I could've used one of these today. As it was, I had to make do with a not-very-clean trash can.|
Today I had a rather delightful [italics used to denote sarcasm] experience at the lab. I had to prepare a fecal smear. This involves, in the event that the cognitively disabled (who used to be known as mentally retqarded but are no longer termed as such thanks to rosa and her law) are now reading my blog, donning major protective gear, using a small tongue-depressor-like stick to spead a sample of human feces from a jar onto a glass slide, then finally topping the slide with another glass slide.
Doing this would not have been so bad had it actually mattered, but another slide had already been prepared from the same sample by one of the professionals. I was merely doing it for the experience.
It did make it better that I got the diagnosis right on the first try. It was giardia lamblia. I have no clue who the lucky victim might be.
I tosssed my cookies during the procedure. I can't wait until I'm a for-real pathologist and can make an underling prepare fecal sample slides for me.