Nurse Quacktitioner Arrives

Yesterday after supervision (a Cambridge term for tutorial; no, the University hasn't employed people to walk around us holding whips to make sure we study. Yet. --Ed) I was rummaging around in my pigeonhole, trying to get my supervisor's ringing voice out of my ear (if you must know, his exact words were something along the lines of "You NUMBSKULL! What do you mean, you DON'T know which lipoxins are formed by 15-lipoxygenase? How old are you, eight?!" --Ed) when my hands hit a rather fat envelope. It was suspiciously unmarked; I thought one of the surgeons offended by this post had finally sent me a bomb or a remnant from an anal fistulectomy or something.

So imagine my surprise when, fifteen minutes later, after I'd finished donning my HazMat suit and was carefully slicing open the envelope, this fell out:


This is, of course, one of Mattel's now-discontinued Nurse Quacktitioner dolls, made famous by HospitalPhoenix's blogging. And a lovely surprise it is, too.

But who is it from? The envelope was unmarked, except for a postcode which I will not disclose, and is it a gift, or a temporary loan? Is it a Valentine's Day hint from one of the hot nurses I met recently on my hospital rotations?

If it IS a gift, thanks to whoever sent it! It's lovely, and it made my day. Donald Trump is also overjoyed; he's been developing quite the crush on NurseQuack for some time now.

If it isn't a gift (or if it's filled with anthrax or E.Coli or gunpowder or something--Ed): Alright, who's the wise guy?