Mah Balls and Awkwardness

When we compounded the menthol & camphor chapstick in lab, many of you probably got a little too acquainted with the deadly combination when you tossed it into the hot wax and petrolatum. Stings a bit, doesn't it? Damn right -- it feels like it could sear your sclera off. This leads to the what-should-be-obvious idea that anything that contains menthol should have a bigass warning on it that it contains menthol.

Unlike my new soap.


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Slightly less annoying than irritants applied directly to my scrotum was the fact that T-Mac completely botched printing off ~131 lab exams and thusly had to start the test 30 minutes late. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal at first glance, but by that time I had so much caffeine in me that I was about to go Tyco Brahe up in this bitch (history nerd reference ftw). So 30 minutes into the test (an hour past the original start time) I started doing the little kid I-gotta-go-peepee dance. Unfortunately for me, my seat was as close to T-Mac's lap as I could get. So 30 minutes in, I'm doing my pee-pee dance right in T-Mac's face when I hit my shin on the desk only to hear a loud ::THUMP:: reverbrate through the room. T-Mac looked up just in time to catch my


"O" FACE!
I don't even want to know what she thought was going on under the desk when she saw my "O" face. Maybe I started to calculate equianalgesic doses and got too hot and bothered? Maybe compounding capsules really squeals my tires? Maybe I should go to therapy?

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