Geez. Now I have to learn a whole new language?

I know doctors are people, too, and maybe it's just me, but for the 15 minutes or so that I'm being medically examined or treated, I prefer to be reminded they are professionals, products of higher education.

The word poop isn't a term I use in everyday speech. But, again, maybe that's just me.
And I'm not angry about it at all, it's not a big deal, I just don't like it.

I would .
Outside of work if I were talking about it for some reason, I would call it poo or poop. So I use same layman's language at work too.

Just like other topics I might talk about to patients I use everyday words - when was your last period? Not when did you last menstruate?
This is to avoid strokes or heart attacks, not to avoid myocardial infarcts ore cerebral vascular accidents.
 
I would .
Outside of work if I were talking about it for some reason, I would call it poo or poop. So I use same layman's language at work too.

Just like other topics I might talk about to patients I use everyday words - when was your last period? Not when did you last menstruate?
This is to avoid strokes or heart attacks, not to avoid myocardial infarcts ore cerebral vascular accidents.

Am just completing a human biology college class. So many big words to learn but sometimes the scientists just said screw it, let's call it the thing.

The Sigmoid Colon is, well, the thing that looks like an S.

We need to repair the innominate bone, yeah, the one with no name.

There's the Duodenum, thing that's about twelve fingers long.
 
To cark it or cark out means to die.
Incidentally my mother gave me strict instructions not to say that she passed away but to say that she died. Extended family persuaded me not to use the slang in her obituary.
:) Thanks. I'm sorry about you mom, Rakaia. I don't like the euphemism "passed away" either.
AI says that "cark" may be short for "carcass". Or may be derived from "caw", the cry of a carrion-eating bird, similar to "to croak". Origin: 1970s Australia.
 
:) Thanks. I'm sorry about you mom, Rakaia.
Thank you for your kind sentiments, I always wince a little when someone says that.
My mother was a remarkable woman, an ex-army nurse, who lived and died on her own terms. She died at 96 years old and had a totally worn out body.
We weren't that close, I only shed the briefest tear when she died.
 
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