So, recently, I was asked about whether or not it was true that a lot of sex took place in the hospital. My immediate reaction was, "Are you kidding?" But, let me not impress my own experience entirely. I had to remember - most doctors are somewhat repressed geeks, who never got any in high school, and not much more in college. NOT QUITE Katherine Heigel or Patrick Dempsey. When new doctors leave medical school and are working in the hospital, they go from untouchable to ... well, considerably more desirable. When you are a resident, you spend much of your awake time in the hospital. So, while I was never personally involved in it, sex does happen ... but not often.
Why not? Well, MRSA for one example. I mean, while most people think of hospitals as very sterile places, they are actually kind of filthy. In a place where I would not even consider a three second rule for food, it is hard to imagine taking your clothes off and engaging in an intimate act. But, apparently parking lots are NOT off limits, since I have it on good authority that several intimate acts between a doctor and hospital staff in the parking lot... regularly ... in plain sight of the cafeteria.
Also, the serious nature of life and death in a hospital usually is kind of turn-off. Well, apparently not a for one doctor, who was called to a cardiac arrest in the company of a woman with whom he was having an affair, in this case, a nurse. After they decided the patient was dead, and everyone had left the room, a friend of mine realized she left her pen in the room. She found her pen in the room with the deceased, as well as those two people having sex on the other bed in the room.
I think because there are beds in the hospital where doctors sleep that some folks assume they have sex with people there. In my experience, though, most doctors treat these areas with the reverence. These beds are for the most treasured and valued act - sleep. In residency, our call rooms had bunks beds. YES, BUNK BEDS. We are highly trained, intelligent people in our late 20's ... sleeping in bunks beds. As residents, though we learned so much about each other through these encounters ... who snores ... who talks in their sleep ... who farts in their sleep, etc. It was so asexual, that we felt more like brothers and sisters than a prospective hook-up, like a slumber party for the socially crippled. I never gave it a second thought until one night, I emerged from my call room bleary-eyed, and found the guy who I was supposed to be in the call room with me with passed out in a chair. "What are you doing out here?" I asked.
"I didn't ask you if I could sleep in the same room as you, and I didn't want to seem inappropriate," he mumbled. I thanked him, and shooed him into the call room. He snored like a freight train. Not sexy.
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