Debbie Downer

Sorry guys.  I've been a bit of a Debbie Downer lately.  Seems like we've just had a lot of sad stories coming through.  Even last night, another sad, sad story.  I just wanted to hide in a corner, but I won't burden you with another sad story.
I'm going to tell you a funny one.  One I haven't told.  It actually happened a long time ago.  When I was a student actually.  My best friend from Nursing School often reminds me of this story and then we laugh until the cows come home.
I was in my OB rotation and was lucky enough to get to observe on a couple of c-sections.  This sweet lady had her epidural in place and could no longer feel the lower portion of her body.  I was going to place a foley catheter to drain her urine because, you know, when you have an epidural you can't always coordinate that process so well.  I was a bit nervous, I was still very new at placing catheters and the MD, nurses, and techs were all waiting for me to finish up so we could get going.  I was leaned over, very close to the patient, focusing very hard, when out of the silent, peaceful state of the Operating Room came a large amount of gas from the patient.  After all, she didn't have control.  I was so focused and "in the zone" that it scared the crap out of me.  I immediately jumped up, straightened my back, and my pupils were probably the size of a penny.  I tried to regain my composure while the patient was apologizing profusely and being reassured by all in the room that it happens all the time.  I was able to finally place the foley, a beautiful baby was born, and all hopefully was forgotten of my very sensitive startle reflex.  I still laugh every time I think of it, as do many of my nursing friends.  As embarrassed as I think she was, I think I was more embarrassed at how high I jumped from that loud noise that came booming right at me.
Have I picked up the mood a bit?