About Me

Disclaimer: If you came here for propofol, you’ve taken a wrong turn at the ICU. We only administer sarcasm, bad decisions, and questionable survival instincts.

Who’s Behind PropofLOL? (Besides the Anesthesia Mask)

Welcome to the most questionable thing to ever escape the OR — somewhere between the missing scalpels and the emergency coffee refills.

I’m every overworked, over-caffeinated, emotionally fried soul in scrubs.
The one whose coffee is stronger than their will to live.
The one who hasn’t peed since sunrise.
The one who speaks in eye rolls and sarcasm more fluently than any language taught in med school.
The one who writes discharge notes like battle hymns, and sometimes, survival songs.

This isn’t a blog. It’s a side effect of modern healthcare — raw, restless, and immune to corporate scrubdowns. Born from the nights when alarms scream, scrubs melt into chairs, and dignity gets traded for caffeine. No names. No titles. Just the unfiltered beat of medicine when nobody’s watching. (Sorry, EEAT, we’re just not handing out names.)

PropofLOL is what happens when you’re too tired to cry and too alert to sleep. It’s a form of communication forged under fluorescent lights and pager trauma. Satire becomes a second language when you’re charting through burnout.

This isn’t medical advice.
It’s what medicine sounds like after hours—raw, unfiltered, and wearing compression socks.

Experience Meets Sarcasm (With a Pulse)

I am one of you. And all of you, at once.
The late-night scribbler. The hallway cynic.
The silence breathing between alarms.
I carry the weight, the wit, and the war-torn soles of a life spent between codes and chaos.

This isn’t a wellness blog. It’s a pressure valve.
Built for the ones who know that healing people sometimes breaks you in quieter, more absurd ways.

Here, fiction borrows from truth.
Sarcasm is sacred.
And humor—however dark—is the only language left that still makes sense.

Disclaimer

This site has absolutely nothing to do with real pharmaceuticals.

Instead, you’ve discovered PropofLOL—the emotionally volatile isomer of propofol, accidentally synthesized during a night shift and stabilized only by sarcasm and caffeine.

It doesn’t induce anesthesia.
It induces eye-rolls, inappropriate laughter, and brief moments of existential clarity.

Side effects may include:
Spontaneous cackling, bitter grins, and mild professional regret.

What You’ll Find Here:

Deliriously Sarcastic Doctor Quotes – Like “Turn the table centro-temporo-occipitalis”. Which we decoded as “Spin the damn thing and pray”. Check here, here and here.

Specialty-Specific Satire – Equal-opportunity roasting from derm to trauma

Healthcare Merch (coming soon) – Because your badge reel deserves a midlife crisis too

Blog Posts Fueled by Sleep Deprivation – Written at 4 AM, edited at caffeine o’clock

The Raw Nerve of It All –
Explore We Used To Dream and Do No Harm, our two unfiltered categories where we drop the sarcasm and get surgical with the truth.
Because some wounds need words before they can heal.

The first of its kind — the Medical Poetry Ward.
Where words pulse like vital signs.
Where the unsaid is whispered through tangled IV lines.
Where sarcasm, sorrow, and survival collapse into verse, and nobody asks for permission.

Why Trust Me?

Because no matter your badge, badge color, or the number of letters after your name—if you work in healthcare, you belong here.

And if you don’t wear scrubs but you carry the scars —
the families, the caregivers, the dreamers who stayed through the long nights —
you belong here too.
Medicine doesn’t just happen in hospitals.
It happens wherever the human spirit refuses to flatline.

Whether you’re scrubbing in, charting out, chasing labs, or dodging flying bedpans, this space was built for you. PropofLOL is for the ones stitched together by caffeine and sarcasm — the med students drowning in protocols, the surgeons competing with God for the next heartbeat, the nurses bleeding patience, the techs hacking order from chaos, the pharmacists handing out chemical hope in plastic and paper. And for the ones who fought without scrubs — the families pacing sterile hallways, the friends who whispered prayers into vending machine coffee, the ones who begged for news that never came fast enough — you belong here too. This isn’t healthcare. This is survival under fluorescent lights, and you’re right where you belong.

I don’t pretend to know it all—but I’ve seen enough to know what we all share:
The absurdity. The unfiltered chaos. The kind of days that start with coffee and end with, “Did that really happen?”

This isn’t a place for hierarchy. It’s a place for honesty. A place where we laugh with each other, not at each other (okay… maybe just a little at each other). What you’ll find here is the kind of humor that only comes from being deep in the trenches, where we all speak the same language—even if our scopes are different.

So if you’ve ever charted something ridiculous just to feel alive…
If you’ve ever needed a laugh to survive a double shift…
If you’ve ever been too tired to cry, so you laughed instead…

You’re in the right OR—figuratively speaking.

Subscribe or Scrub Out

Let’s be honest.
You don’t need another medical newsletter full of clinical updates and corporate wellness tips. But you might need this one.

At PropofLOL, I send occasional doses of healthcare humor—sarcasm-laced, burnout-aware, and written for professionals who’ve mastered the art of functioning without sleep.

Subscribers get sneak peeks at the digital library, early drops of new merch, and behind-the-scenes chaos — because your next shift is already plotting against you, and you’ll need better coping mechanisms.

No spam. No fluff. Just unfiltered, scrub-wrinkled humor for those who live medicine from the inside.