Timbo
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This isn't related to hunting, but it's nevertheless perfectly true of what happened to me.
As part of my training as a surgical nursing student I was regularly posted away on practicum out to various hospitals to consolidate my theoretical training. In this particular instance I was detailed to a prestigious hospital focussing on plastic surgery.
On reporting bright and early on the Monday morning at "hand over", I was a bit surprised to know I was the only male nurse (student) in the ward. This was because my assignment was in the breast augmentation and reduction ward!!!
MY GOD!! For a young guy I was savagely torn between my professional bearing and conduct, against a normal young guy's total obsession with TITS!!
Yep! It was hard!! (And so was working on ward!!) Just imagine for 8hrs a day doing nothing but inspecting unfettered, enlarged and beautifully sculpted TITS!! And that was my job!! I didn't mind missing lunch breaks!!
It was incredible! Looking back I now realise that these women - being anxious, and proud, over their new boob job - were desperate to get some degree of reassurance before they went home to their husbands or boyfriends. Even though I was only a student, I was the only guy they'd access to. And besides being a guy, with a degree of medical knowledge, they'd way lay me in their room or bathroom, and while opening their top - to display a MAGNIFICENT rack! - they'd casually ask: "As a guy, what do you think of these?" All I could do was whimper and nod vigorously in wide-eyed yearning!!
Again, you've got to believe me - it was very hard work for a young guy!!
Another arduous part of my nursing duties was to conduct regular wound assessment observations. A part of this uses a mnemonic CWMS, which stands for: Colour, Warmth, Movement and Sensation.
So - as a professional and competent nurse - I was duty bound to conduct these assessmebts on each of my patients by:
Colour: I was perforce to closely inspect each lovely breast to make sure that it was uniform and natural in colour!
Warmth: I then had to gently feel each breast assessing them that they were uniformly warm to the touch - and within normal temperature range.
Movement: Here I had to give each of them a gentle horizontal and vertical sway to ensure a normal range of movement, and finally
Sensation: Here I had to gently palpate (feel) both, all the while asking the lady as I moved my hand around: "Can you feel this?"
Please note that palpation also included the areola (nipples!) AND included the degree of "springiness" of the whole breast. Finally, I had to step back and observe both for uniformity of size and shape, both individually AND in comparison to each other!!
Again, this was hard work for a young male nursing student!!
After a fortnight my assignment reluctantly came to an end, but while it lasted I'd daily pray a silent thanks to the Almighty for the Lecturer who assigned me to that ward!!
In the parlance of assessing a trophy buffalo every pair that I saw was: "solidly bossed, polished, with deep curls, magnificent spread and beautifully tipped!!"
I've since wondered how they'd score under SCI rules?
As part of my training as a surgical nursing student I was regularly posted away on practicum out to various hospitals to consolidate my theoretical training. In this particular instance I was detailed to a prestigious hospital focussing on plastic surgery.
On reporting bright and early on the Monday morning at "hand over", I was a bit surprised to know I was the only male nurse (student) in the ward. This was because my assignment was in the breast augmentation and reduction ward!!!
MY GOD!! For a young guy I was savagely torn between my professional bearing and conduct, against a normal young guy's total obsession with TITS!!
Yep! It was hard!! (And so was working on ward!!) Just imagine for 8hrs a day doing nothing but inspecting unfettered, enlarged and beautifully sculpted TITS!! And that was my job!! I didn't mind missing lunch breaks!!
It was incredible! Looking back I now realise that these women - being anxious, and proud, over their new boob job - were desperate to get some degree of reassurance before they went home to their husbands or boyfriends. Even though I was only a student, I was the only guy they'd access to. And besides being a guy, with a degree of medical knowledge, they'd way lay me in their room or bathroom, and while opening their top - to display a MAGNIFICENT rack! - they'd casually ask: "As a guy, what do you think of these?" All I could do was whimper and nod vigorously in wide-eyed yearning!!
Again, you've got to believe me - it was very hard work for a young guy!!
Another arduous part of my nursing duties was to conduct regular wound assessment observations. A part of this uses a mnemonic CWMS, which stands for: Colour, Warmth, Movement and Sensation.
So - as a professional and competent nurse - I was duty bound to conduct these assessmebts on each of my patients by:
Colour: I was perforce to closely inspect each lovely breast to make sure that it was uniform and natural in colour!
Warmth: I then had to gently feel each breast assessing them that they were uniformly warm to the touch - and within normal temperature range.
Movement: Here I had to give each of them a gentle horizontal and vertical sway to ensure a normal range of movement, and finally
Sensation: Here I had to gently palpate (feel) both, all the while asking the lady as I moved my hand around: "Can you feel this?"
Please note that palpation also included the areola (nipples!) AND included the degree of "springiness" of the whole breast. Finally, I had to step back and observe both for uniformity of size and shape, both individually AND in comparison to each other!!
Again, this was hard work for a young male nursing student!!
After a fortnight my assignment reluctantly came to an end, but while it lasted I'd daily pray a silent thanks to the Almighty for the Lecturer who assigned me to that ward!!
In the parlance of assessing a trophy buffalo every pair that I saw was: "solidly bossed, polished, with deep curls, magnificent spread and beautifully tipped!!"
I've since wondered how they'd score under SCI rules?
