My exam partner (Montgomery... check out the link to his blog sadly, now defunct) has been getting away with altogether too much. He sings love songs while I try to examine his ears. He put a tattoo on his back from the Vagina Monologues when I needed to ask him to take off his shirt for the lung exam. So naturally, I had to put him in his place.
Now, you'd think as budding doctors we'd have a sense of maturity about things. And I suppose, we do... sometimes. I did scoop poop out of a cadaver's rectum without blinking an eye.
Of course, there are times when we are not mature. In any sense of the word "mature". I taped a banana inside of my boxers for physical exam on Friday and waited, patiently, for my turn to be examined. Montgomery asks me to lower my shorts (you see, we were learning to feel femoral pulses and inguinal nodes... rather a touchy subject for anybody who is leery of personal space). I do. The banana bulges out of my boxers in all its glory.
Montgomery freaks out. I start giggling. Our 4th year preceptor starts giggling. 20-something Rachel (also in our group) starts giggling. We all burst into hysterical laughter.
Penis jokes are still, and will always be, funny.