Why Urology Rocks: "...and that's when I broke my penis."

So here's the thing. I can say without a doubt that the whole culture of surgery, a culture where abrasiveness and a combative professional relationship is practically de rigeur, is 100% off limits to me. That was, at least until Urology.

Every day for the last week has been an absolute pleasure. Apparently urologists, despite being a part of the surgery diaspora, are amazing cordial, funny, and thoroughly entertaining people. Perhaps as a result for the absurdity of caring for 'pee pees' (as one uruologist monikered them) they have by nature or design created a nice bastion of enjoyable comfort in the vast dark and painful nation that is surgery. As anyone can tell I think I'm about as fair and balanced about this as Fox News on Iraq, but man-oh-man, I like urulogy.

Here's why. First off, you'll be amazed what difference you can make in one's life just by simply giving the ability to take a nice, unrushed, satisfying whiz. Not only this, but there are countless men out there who's wives (or otherwise) are estatic about what the field has to offer. But why do I like it most? The patient accounts. Here's what I heard today from one thoroughly Texan accented gentleman:

"So I was ridin' my horse 'long side the river and I was comin' up the bank. The horse went down and I went up. When I came down I landed squarely on the horn of the saddle. AND THAT'S WHEN I BROKE MY PENIS."

It goes without question that my 'oh-I-hear-this everyday-and-this-is-perfectly-normal' facade went from stark and professional to replete with compassion and a slight smile. I think he appreciated the melt of the atmosphere. He of course went on to comfortably ask about options for 'bending' and 'size.' And you know what? I hear these entertaining stories everyday.

Aren't I special.