So I’m sitting at the bar sipping a margarita and engrossed in this month’s CME from New England Journal fo Medicine on Methicillin Resistant Staph Aureus infections. There is a large group of tourists at the endof the bar, who knock a full glass of beer on the fllor, shattering the glass.
“Don’t pick up the pieces,” the bartender admonishes. I make a joke, “unless you want to end up in the Emergency Room.”
My joke, unappreciated by the entire intoxicated group, is heard by the fellow 3 seats down, a musician who’s just finished playing a wedding. He’s wiped out and enjoying a beer. We start talking, and he inquires as to waht I’m reading. Hmm. Embarassing moment. What the hell, I”m not here to impress anyone.
“I’m reading about MRSA infections in the community.”
Not surprising ot me, he asks what MRSA is. I explain about the community aquired flesh eating bacteria being seen more and more frequently amongst innnocent high school wrestlers and professional football players.
“Yeah, well why should all the nosocomial people get to have all the fun,” he replied with a smile.
I do a double take. Anyone who uses the word ‘nosocomial’ in a bar…well, I don’t know, but even I wouldn’t use that word amongst non-medical friends. Clearly this musician knows someting more than just music.
“My father was a clinical pathologist he explains.”
Ahh, yes, that explains it. I decide to try and gross him out with a story of a healthy 50 year old struck with a nasty abcess on the back of his neck…MRSA. As I’m graphically describing the debridement of his wound, I see the bartender looking at me and I start ot laugh.
“It’s not your typical conversation at the bar, is it” I joked.
The bartender says, “My father was a forensic photographer. I’ve seen things as a child that no one should ever see in their life.”
So, with two interested audience participants, I continue my graphic description. The conversation evolves between the three of us…internet poker, day trading, other esoteric topics. The bottom line that we all agree on…”Life is short, then you get MRSA.”
Not your typical bar conversation. Then again, I’m not your typical bar patron.