This morning started like every other morning this week. We were up before dawn, brewed coffee to go, made small talk with the other interns. By 9 our routine was interrupted by a strange little man with floppy gray hair. He was charged with fitting our TB masks. He entered with a few well intentioned but somewhat perplexing jokes, but nothing serious. Then things got weird. He whipped out what seemed to be a cross between a beekeepers mask and those sacks executioners put over their prisoners head. One by one we found ourselves peering through the plastic eye hole as the sack was placed over our heads. It didn't stop there. Our friend then proceeded to squirt some sort of foul tasting spray into our hood until our face of disgust was satisfactory, proving we indeed tasted the unknown substance. Next, we were each assigned a duck mask much like the typical paper isolation masks worn in a hospital, only in place of the normal rounded shape these were fashioned more like a bill. Very chic. After properly securing the duck mask we again were placed under the hood. This time it was filled with an even stronger dose of the horrid mystery spray. Much to the amusement of our floppy haired friend and the seven interns not currently being victimized, the hooded intern was instructed to read a scientific passage. It began innocently with the formation of rainbows, but it ended with, you guessed it, a pot of gold. Generally, I feel my Samford career prepared my quite well for my internship, but today I found a hole in my training. What a surprising morning.
Our new Monday morning home.
In other news, Shelly turned 23 yesterday! The eight of us went to a great little place called Social and then for a little stroll on the water to celebrate. I threw in a few pictures. Do try to contain your jealousy :)
What in the world was the mask thing all about?
ReplyDeleteThat's as weird as the air chamber at the airport.