Juiced

Ewe. I went to my preceptorship this week. In a clinic room the physician pulled out a patient's drainage tubes. I purposely stood wayyyyy in the corner (nonchalantly of course), so as to avoid any nastiness... yet I couldn't escape. I got juiced. With I don't know what. Some sort of gastric-bypass nastiness that came flying out of the tube, across the room, from above, definitely landing on on my arm and my coat... and most probably in my hair as well. Oh well.