It all started when a medical supply created a new line of hospital gloves — in pink. “We thought that seeing health care workers wear pink gloves would remind people to talk about breast cancer and that some of the money from the gloves could be used to pay for mammograms for women that couldn’t afford it,” said Sue MacInnes of Medline Industries Inc., the company that created the gloves.
But what was the best way to promote the pink gloves — and the cause that inspired them?
Providence St. Vincent Medical Center in Portland, Ore., decided to help by making a video and posting it on YouTube. Medline Industries Inc. says it will donate a portion of the profits from the pink gloves to fund mammograms for women who otherwise would not get them.
That and most health care workers REALLY need to find their way to a gym. It is cute though.
Those wacky, Oreganos.
Get back to work lollygaggers.
Boobies are terrible things to waste.
yay for boobs!
I don’t know about health care reform, but dancing lessions couldn’t hurt…
BigBoy: Please clarify – did you mean “dancing LESSONS” or “dancing LESIONS”?
“Lessons” are certainly called for but “Dancing Lesions” could make an interesting new medical sit-com…
I don’t think of myself as homophobic, but that video was too gay.
Bobbo: I was once working in a small hospital in the Angolan hinterlands and the staff would occasionally break out in song. One or two people would start and, within seconds people all over the place would join in. Not that the place was very big. And I didn’t see any dancing. It was definitely not gay. But, for once, you and I are in complete agreement: people working in the health care industry should not be that gay and carefree. Dancing lesions, all.
sadly youre right about healthcare workers and gyms. I work on a cardiac floor and it seems like most are at least 50 pounds overweight (while trying to lecture their patients about good self-care habits)
Jolly – in my internship and first year of residency, they made us work up to 60 hours straight catching a few catnaps here and there. When I had time to go to the gym, I was asleep. But the food they served us was full of energy. Peanut butter and jelly on white bread. Sweetrolls. Donuts. It’s a wonder any of us made it out alive!
#7–Animby==again I post to say: “I envy your life choices/experience.” I doubt I would ever want to visit Angola==but I would treasure the memories.
And again, I damn too quick web note for the ambiguity its short form provokes. I can’t tell how serious you are being or if it is all rebuke.
Of course, “my” post was to mock myself, chide myself. Other people having fun always looks “odd” to those not caught up in the moment.
but “Dancing lesions?” Heh, heh. A bridge to far for me, but maybe just a common medical term of derision used on the lay public? The damn thing is, I’m saving the term for a future malapropism.
Any place on earth you want to visit:
a==that you have never been to? (Everest foothill tea growing area in India for me–although Google Earth doesn’t show much there around Darjeeling that is)
b==that you have been to before? ((I’ve worn out Paris, London, and Rio. Time to try Rome again.))
Bobbo – I don’t always agree with you but there was no rebuke in these messages for you. Dancing lesions is not something common in medicine just something I saw in #4’s typo. I’ve recently returned from a month in Borneo. Next on my list (for fun) is Madagascar then New Guinea. Next for work is Burma. You and I could never be traveling companions. I detest London, Paris is nice except there seem to be a lot of French people there and Rio … well, actually, I had a great time in Rio. But, despite the fact I love my creature comforts, I crave sights unseen and things not experienced. Of course, this wanderlust has cost me the bank account of my peers and the love of three good women. Well, two. That third one was a hormonal mistake from the beginning.