This is your chance to go to Mars! Fill in your information below and your name will be included with others on a microchip on the Mars Science Laboratory rover heading to Mars in 2011!
Ah, what the heck, they only asked for a name and zip code. It's not like the Martians could come get me and eat me up like the Kanamits.
The Rules are simple. For each case the Supreme Court grants cert, predict:
-The Outcome of the Case (Affirm or Reverse the lower Court) -The Split (9-0, 8-1, 7-2, 6-3, 5-4, 4-1-4, or fragmented) - The Justices in the Majority, and the Justices in the Dissent
At the end of the Term, the Associate Justice who predicts the most cases correctly will be confirmed as the Chief Justice of the Fantasy Supreme Court League, and win a to-be-determined prize.
I'll bet y'all thought lawyers didn't have any fun.
Ok, I give up trying to make it large enough for people to see. You're going to have to click on the image to make it bigger. Geez, now it doesn't even seem funny anymore. Well, it wasn't that funny to begin with, but I just wanted to post something on my blog. So there.
What's the point of having an anonymous blog if you can't post your innermost secrets? This commercial makes my eyes well up with tears. Every. Single. Time.
I’m pretty sure that when most people see “Glow in the Dark Toilet Paper”, their first thought would be “Cool” or “Interesting” or “I’ve got to have some.”Not me.First thing that popped into my head was, “Geez, I wonder what makes it glow in the dark, because I sure would hate to have an allergic reaction to toilet paper.”
[Okay, so it's a post about toilet paper. I should at least get some credit for trying. By the way, they are sold out of the glow in the dark toilet paper.]
I saw this sign on the sneeze guard today at lunch and laughed. My first thought was, is it really necessary to tell people not to pick up the pickles and onions with their fingers at a public restaurant. But of course it is.
I tried to get my friends to stick their hands in the pickles for my picture, but they wouldn't do it. Chickens.
I say it every time, but here is another one of my favorite medbloggers. One of the reasons I like Dr. Whitecoat's blog is because I never know what to expect. Sometimes I find a medical post, sometimes he writes about his family and his personal life, and sometimes he posts gross pictures. Right now, Dr. Whitecoat is writing about his malpractice trial, which I find fascinating.
Here is my interview with Dr. Whitecoat.
1. When did you start reading the medblogs? Do you remember the first medblog you read?
A few years ago I think I followed a link to GruntDoc's blog while researching an issue about tPA use. Never even heard of a blog before that. Followed a couple links to places like KevinMD, Nurse K and MonkeyGirl (RIP) [Just piss her off and she'll post. ~MA] and got hooked. Tried my own hand at it about 6 months later and never looked back.
2. Are doctors good patients? How about you? Are you a good patient?
Depends on your definition of a "good patient." I've found that some docs I treat tend to be skeptical of my thought processes and question me. To me, that's a good thing because it makes me think through my diagnosis. But if the treating doctor can't "sell" the recommended treatment and the "patient" doctor doesn't think it will work, then the patient probably won't do what he's told.
As for me, lets just say I try to be a good patient. The last time I was admitted, I turned off IVs when they were done, wrote my input and output on paper for the nurses, and would re-start the pump if it began beeping. I also slept with headphones in because there was so much noise. When one the night nurses shook me to wake me up, I woke up with my fist cocked and yelled. She screamed and jumped back. I try to help because I know the nurses have it tough. When I was discharged, I left a 3 pound bag of M&M's at the nurse's station to say "thanks."
The doctors have a little harder time with me because I ask a lot of questions and I buck the system if I don't like what's going on. My last hospital stay I drove the resident crazy because I kept asking her why I needed this test or that test and she couldn't answer me. Then I told her I refused to stay in the hospital just to receive IV antibiotics. Instead, she could give me the bags and I'd administer the antibiotics myself. She told me she wouldn't send me home with the IV materials and I told her not to bother - I already had everything I needed at home, including IVs. She was so exasperated that she called the fellow in from home. The fellow came in, we talked for a little while, and I got sent home with the antibiotics. Later I called the attending and gave the resident a little plug - even though she didn't feel comfortable with what I requested, she did what she needed to do to solve the problem.
3. How did you and your wife meet? Do y’all have a special “song”?
I was actually one of her tutors in medical school. She stalked me after the first class.
One of the first times we went out to a party together, we both were drinking and heard "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf. We both started pointing at each other and singing the song in each other's faces until we had a crowd of people around us laughing. So aside from our wedding song ("Have I Told You Lately That I Love You" by Van Morrison), we always look at each other, smile, and start pointing when we hear Meatloaf.
4. You medical folks seem to be able to stomach just about everything [I’ve never read so many odes to pus since discovering the medblogs], but I’ve heard that everyone has one “gross-out” thing that can make them gag. Is there something that makes your skin crawl when you come across it at work?
Nope. I've got a pretty strong stomach and I've seen pretty much everything - maggots on the skin, gunshot wounds to the head, blood, pus, puke, bloody diarrhea, mucous. Doesn't bother me. Almost puked once as a resident when a drunk projectile vomited blood all over a nurse. The patient had liver failure and there was a nasty odor to his vomit that I'll never forget. But now I could be eating spaghetti and meat sauce while watching it happen, and it wouldn't bother me a bit.
5. What is the first thing you do when you get to work?
Clean off the desk, put all the books away, throw out all the miscellaneous papers that have gathered, and put everything in order. Have to start with a clean desk.
6. What is the first thing you do when you get home from work?
Give everyone in the family a hug and tell them how much I missed them while I was away. Unfortunately I've seen way too many people who leave home and never make it back. Life's too short not to let your family know how much they mean to you. The cool thing about it is that I can have a miserable day at work, and when my kids see me walk in the door, yell "Daddy," and come running up to hug me when I get home, it's like the bad day at work never happened.
7. When did you decide to become an ER doc (See question 18 if you have a problem with my use of the term ER). What other specialties did you consider? Why did you choose emergency medicine?
I briefly thought about orthopedics. That was the "hot" specialty back when I did my training. I actually did an internal medicine residency in addition to my emergency medicine residency, but I never got into the whole office practice thing.
I did my first ED rotation in an inner city hospital. My first patient was a guy that had a nasty bite wound on his chest ... a human bite wound. The woman who bit him was restrained on a stretcher down the hall and they kept yelling insults back and forth at each other. Everyone in the department was cracking up. I thought to myself - "people get paid to watch stuff like this?" After that, I was hooked on emergency medicine.
8. Name one peculiar habit that you have. Name one peculiar habit that your wife has. [hehehe, I’m a troublemaker. ~MA].
It took a while, but then I remembered something that the people at work tease me about. I don't back down from arguments and apparently when I'm getting into it with someone on the phone, I stand up, walk around, and bounce up and down on my toes when I walk. Everyone giggles at me when I do it and I don't even realize I'm doing it. Now when I get ticked off at someone on the phone, I can hear people whispering "Ooooh oooh here he goes!"
My honey picked up a habit from my mother. When talking on the phone and you say something to her, she'll sometimes say "Yeah, no, I don't know." It makes no sense, but she says it out of habit. Now I start laughing every time she says it, so she doesn't do it as much any more. Sometimes she'll catch herself doing it and stop mid-sentence. Then I laugh even harder.
9. If you were a superhero, who would you be?
Superman. Like the special powers, but also like the idea that he can help people out and then just turn back into an average Joe when he's done.
10. Do you speak any foreign languages?
Used to speak fluent German, but haven't used it in about 20 years, so jetzt kann ich nur ein bischen Deutsch sprechen. [Ich kann Deutschen nicht lesen oder sprechen, aber ich kann Google Babelfish. ~MA] I can also speak enough medical Spanish to get by when I need to.
11. This week, my friends and I engaged in a heated debate on healthcare. Maybe you can settle this. When you’ve eaten a bad burrito and you’re pooping and puking your guts out, is it better to take something to stop the outflow, or should you just let nature take its course and get it all out of your system?
A bunch of lawyers arguing about excrement? I could make a joke about stopping your life force from draining from your systems because you're all full of ... ah nevermind. I'd chug some Pepto Bismol, maybe a little Imodium, and drink lots of fluids. Dehydration makes you feel worse - especially if you've been drinking and have the trots.
12. If you could be reincarnated, what would you like to come back as?
A dog with a really cool owner whose back porch backed up to a beach.
13. Did you have a bachelor party? If yes, tell us everything that went on that night.
No bachelor party. Did have a great wedding night, though. After the wedding, Mrs. WhiteCoat and I rented a bus and took all the guests to a professional baseball game. That was a blast.
14. Do you dance?
Very poorly.
15. If you could be a contestant on a game show, which one would it be?
I hardly watch TV, so I don't know many game shows. Not smart enough for Jeopardy. Price is Right is too hokey for me. Who Wants to Be a Millionaire would probably be up my alley, although I'd just take the money and not wait for them to open up all the cases with the big money.
16. What is the best piece of advice ever given to you, and by whom?
Hmmm. I can't post the exact quote here, but when I started moonlighting in a rural ED, one of the staff docs who lived there all his life basically told me not to date anyone in the town, not to go to bars in the town, and not to say anything bad about anyone in the town because everyone there knows everyone else. He was right.
There was also a statement I heard in a lecture that always stuck with me - "People will never remember how smart you are, but they will always remember how you made them feel." I keep a book on my desk of all the quotes I have collected. Too many to list, but I've posted several of the ones I like the most on my blog.
17. I like country music. Write me a short country western song about life in the ER. It’s got to have heartbreak, pickup trucks and mama to be a real country song. And maybe a train if you can fit it in.
You'll be glad to know that I thought this song up while driving to work and that I kept calling my cell phone and leaving myself messages so that I wouldn't forget the words. I'm no Kenny Chesney and Tex is the real pro of ED Sing-a-Longs, but here goes (and no, that's not my real voice - I'm trying to get a country "twang"): Whitecoat sings!!!
18. I have to admit that I find the whole ER/ED thing a little annoying. Does it really matter? I mean, everyone knows ER means Emergency Room and ED means erectile dysfunction. Why do you insist on having ED?
Hey - I have 4 kids. Trust me when I say that I work in the ED, but that I don't "have" the ED. I can get an affidavit from Mrs. WhiteCoat with specifics if you don't believe me.
Everyone has their idiosyncracies. Kojak had his lollipops. Monk has his germophobia. You have the hair thing. For me, it's the emergency department. Emergency medicine has evolved. It's not just some radiology resident treating sprained ankles to make his rent money. It's a specialty that sees more than 120 million patients per year. That "emergency place" is no longer just a "room" - it's a "department" that often has dedicated radiology suites, dedicated labs, trauma rooms, psych rooms, procedure rooms, and on and on and on. Our little specialty sees about 12% of all the outpatient visits in the entire country each year. While the TV show "ER" brought the whole concept of emergency medical care into our living rooms, the term "ER" is antiquated and I don't think it reflects the breadth of services available in an ED. Like calling a "lawyer" a "counsellor" - you guys do a heckuva lot more than just "counsel" clients (at least I think that's the case). So you ever try hair gel for those stray golden locks of yours?[They don't make a hair gel strong enough to control my wayward locks.~MA]
19. You wrote: “I appeared in one of the Discovery Channel TV shows about Emergency Departments. Learned about it when my brother called me from out of town and was screaming that he just saw me on TV and then yelled ‘Whoa! There you are again!’” You’ve also written: “For the record, I’m just under 6′ tall and have dark brown hair with genetically gray frosted highlights.” I’ve watched the ER shows on the Discover Health Channel and I think it’s safe to say that description probably applies to at least ¾ of the men on those programs (at least according to my television set). Can you give us some hints about which show you were on?
Just look for the incredibly handsome doctor on the show - that will be me. The show was called "The Real ER" and it was one of the first shows in the series. That's all you get.[Geez. That helps a lot.~ MA]
20. In every issue:
a. Question from guest Joanne: Did you ever have such a horrible day at med school or as an intern that made you feel that you couldn't go on? If so, what inspired you to keep going?
I woke up the night before my medical school pharmacology final exam in a full out panic attack. I dreamt that I had slept through the test. When I sat up in bed, I was in a full body sweat and hyperventilating. At that point I wondered why I was putting myself through all the torture. Then we went out for drinks after the test and had a blast. In medical school, you develop a lot of close friendships with your classmates because you're all going through hell together. In my class, everyone helped pick everyone else up by the bootstraps when they were down. That kept everyone going. Besides, the student loans put you so far in debt that many medical students can't afford to quit and not get their degree.
One time in my internship, a resident drew blood on an HIV patient, set the needle on the desk, and turned around to grab the tubes for the blood. The patient took the needle and jabbed the resident in the arm with it. Did a lot of soul searching after that incident. You have to weigh things like that against the great feeling that you get by helping so many people.
I've become a strong believer in fate since those years.
b. What color scrubs do you wear?
Whatever's in the drawer in the doctor's call room. Usually green or blue.
c. Do you have any tattoos or body piercings?
Not one. Thought about getting a shamrock on the leg once, but never had the guts to go through with it.
yeah, yeah yeah. I’m late again. But there will be a Dr. June. He is the doctor that received the most votes when I asked for suggestions for the next calendar doc back in March.
Hmm, now a hint. He is just under 6′ tall and has dark brown hair with genetically gray frosted highlights. And I think he is obsessed with ED.
Looks like my favorite blogging surgeon might be back. Wow. It's been a long time since I've kissed his ass on my blog. I might be out of practice. Nah.
Whitecoat is writing about his med mal case.yeah, yeah.Doctors good.Lawyers bad.I understand.But Whitecoat crossed the line in Part 3, when he commented on his lawyer’s hair:
Her shoulder length blonde hair was gathered back into a ponytail using a scrunchee. Some of her hair had come out of the ponytail and kept falling in her face, so she repeatedly pushed her hair back behind her ears. Every time she leaned forward, the hair flopped out again.
Look, at some point in every haircut, you reach that awkward stage.You know, it looks goofy if you clip it, it’s too short to catch in your ponytail, and it won’t stay tucked behind your ear.So every morning you spray it, then pray that it stays in place. Of course it doesn’t, and you spend the day pushing it out of your face and trying to tuck it behind your ear.
Commenting on that wayward strand of hair was hitting below the belt, Whitecoat.Attorneys have feelings too.
[Aww, I'm not really pissed off at Dr. Whitecoat. I guess I'm just a little sensitive because I spent the day trying to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. I just hope I don't read about it on someone's blog tomorrow.]
I can’t put it off any longer. I am finally going to get rid of the Blogrolling blogroll and make the switch to Blogger. What a pain in the ass. It’s going to take me forever to create a new blogroll. In case you ever wondered why I have two blogrolls, the one on top is my original blogroll. I’m sentimental and don’t want to get rid of it.
The first thing I have to do is to figure out why my damn blogroll is on the bottom of the page, instead of the sidebar. [Update - Apparently I screwed up something posting the videos last week. Got rid of them, now everything is in its proper place.]
Second Update: This is going very slow, especially since I forgot to save the last damn batch and lost about 25 entries. I'm trying very hard not to use the f-word right now.
Third Update: I'm not even half finished, so don't worry if I missed you.
I have a Twitter confession to make. I have a secret Twitter account. It's my celebrity/gossip account where I follow Taylor, Demi, Tina, Britney, Perez, etc.
Sure, go ahead and laugh. But guess who I just found out is now following ME? Britney. I am one of her 77,790 close personal friends.
I think April would be a good month to have a “Calendar Doc” picture of a half nekkid hottie interview. How about y’all pick Dr. April? Leave a comment telling me who you would like to see interviewed. I’ll leave the “Comment Moderation” on, so the final result will be a surprise. Last day for suggestions will be April 10th. If you have any particular questions you want to ask a calendar doc, let me know in the comment section.
Just so you know, in the 2 ½ years I’ve been doing the Calendar Doc series, only one person has refused my request, so you might want to avoid suggesting a certain doctor with a thing for llamas. But other than that, I’ll summon up the courage to ask anyone you can think of.
Remember, the calendar docs don't have to be male!
CLARIFICATION: Comment moderation is ON. I read the comments, but I don't publish them. That way, Dr. April will be a surprise. Oh, come on. I know y'all like surprises. And I have to do something to liven up this boring blog.
I'm such a goofy girl. I am always excited when I see a new Google logo. I really liked their first day of spring logo.
Now I am looking forward to seeing what Google's April Fools Day joke is going to be this year.
Here's a list of the top 100 April Fools Day Hoaxes of All Time. I've only read the first few, but I think I like Burger King's left handed Whopper the best so far.
I need more suggestions for Dr. April. So far, there is a six (6) way tie.
Hmmm. I've gone from angry blogger to boring blogger.
I spent part of the weekend playing one of those lame Facebook games. It’s called Fashion Wars. That’s me up there. I guess if I was a good fashionista, I’d have chosen the red shoes.
The way I figured it, the object of the game was to make money and earn gifts from celebrities, then buy clothes, accessories, shoes, mani/pedi’s, pocket dogs, cars, etc. Once you accumulated enough stuff, you could challenge another player to a showdown:
"Get that fake Louis (Vuitton) outta my face!"
We're all hot, but who's the hottest? Fight it out in a style showdown with other posses for honor and glory. It's your posse versus theirs: each member of your posse is armed with the best items from the Shop, and it's the same deal for your opponent. You should try to have at least one Essential, one Perk, and one Vehicle for each member of your posse. When you win fights, you win cash, but MOST importantly your popularity increases. Popularity is key to moving up levels.
Yep, you read right. We have posses. In the beginning, my posse consisted of me and the freebie posse member they give all new players.
I got me a naked yoga studio and a NYC penthouse, so I didn’t completely suck. I couldn’t compete with the big girls, and I got my ass whipped on a regular basis, but that was okay because I was having fun and everyone was playing nice -- they would smack me down, take my money, then move on.
When I learned I could hide my money in the bank, things started getting a little nasty:
· 8 hours, 43 minutes ago: You were smacked down by "passion of fashion" You lost the fight, taking 22 damage and losing $0 (that meant "passion of fashion" didn't get any of my money).
· 8 hours, 43 minutes ago: You were smacked down by "passion of fashion" You lost the fight, taking 19 damage and losing $0 (must have pissed her off, so she clicked on me again).
· 8 hours, 44 minutes ago: You were smacked down by "passion of fashion" You lost the fight, taking 13 damage and losing $0 (and, one more time).
Apparently, Passion of Fashion, didn’t like the fact that I was hiding my money and decided to teach me a lesson by clicking on me THREE times and making me lose points. BFD. I didn’t need those points anyway.
Here’s where the trouble began. I had finally saved enough money to buy myself a pink Hummer limo, and before I could even click on the “Buy” button, someone challenges me to a showdown and wins $38,500:
· 4 hours, 38 minutes ago: You were smacked down by Beangel (Seriously, Bean Gel?) You lost the fight, taking 16 damage and losing $38,500.
Damn, that hurt, but it’s part of the game.
But then SHE DID IT AGAIN while I was getting money out of the bank to replace the money she had stolen 1 minute before.
· 4 hours, 38 minutes ago: You were smacked down by Beangel. You lost the fight, taking 11 damage and losing $11,305.
Bitch.
Now I didn’t have enough money to buy my pink Hummer.
In a snit, I got out the ol’ PayPal account and spent 20 REAL dollars so I could buy me some imaginary friends to be in my posse. Ms. Bean Gel’s ass was grass. I was gonna buy 100 pink Hummer limos and one of those fancy pocket dogs.
It didn’t work out like I planned. Real life got in the way and I didn’t get to implement my evil plan to kick Ms. Bean Gel’s big fat ass.
Reading over my last post, I realize that I am starting to become an angry blogger. I need to lighten up. Maybe I should post more pictures of puppies and kittens. Here is a picture of a puppy. Well, a puppy with dead ducks in front of him, but hey, it’s a start.
There’s a reason for my anger, or maybe it’s more disappointment or frustration. The solution is to accept that I will always have to watch what I write on this blog, or start over on a new, more anonymous, blog. I guess I could do both. I’ll have to think about that.
I was trying to think of a funny, non-angry post I could write, but nothing really funny happened to me today. In fact, I was a bit of a bitch all day.
Something did strike me as kind of odd, though. I received an e-mail from opposing counsel today that read “I will file it NLT Tuesday”. That’s the first time I’ve ever received a work-related e-mail that used shorthand lingo like that. I’m not sure if I think it’s strange because that is the first time it has happened, or if I think it’s strange because it doesn’t happen more often.
Update: I dare you not to laugh before you press the "Stop" button. (thanks Andi!)
I don’t like the advertising that is a part of Blogrolling now, so I’ve decided to make the switch to Blogger. It’s going to be a pain in the ass and will take some time. I was wondering if I really need a blogroll. I never use it. Since I started reading everything through Google Reader, I rarely visit blogs in person anymore.
Speaking of Google Reader, I will be going back to "short" feeds instead of full posts. I have my reasons and if you’re interested, I’ll be glad to tell you about it in an e-mail.
Speaking of e-mails, I received an e-mail recently, telling me that I was being “chickenshit” for not allowing comments. I’m a lawyer, if you want to insult me, or bully me into doing something, you’re going to have to do better than that. It’s my blog and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to on it.
Speaking of comments, I will probably turn them on again in a few weeks.
I would like to thank Peter at ParalegalTraining.net for including me in his most entertaining law blog list, although I’m pretty sure there must be a catch and he’s going to want money from me now.
In case you can't tell, I'm a little cranky tonight, so I think I will go to bed now. Y'all have a good week.
This weekend I discovered Twitter Venn Diagrams. I’ll let these smart folks tell you all about them. I thought it would be fun to find out what people were twittering about in your waiting rooms. Here are a few of the more “interesting” tweets:
dear lady in the next bed: "don't worry about it" is an inappropriate response to the ER doctor's question "what meds are you on?"5:20 PM Feb 28th from TwitterFox
Funniest thing I've seen all day: an ER doctor trying to play Wii balance games. Never seen anyone lean with such surgical precision!8:08 PM Mar 1st from web
Omg! hot hot hot doctor at the ER checking my kids.4:34 PM Mar 2nd from txt
In the waiting room of the doctor's office, hoping to get some good meds. *Nate10:30 AM Mar 3rd from txt
Gotta love a doctor's office that has a well-worn copy of the swimsuit issue in the waiting room.7:46 AM Mar 4th from TwitterFon
In a very small room, no windows, waiting for a doctor. Only diff between me and a prisoner is the prisoner knows when he'll get 2 leave.1:40 PM Mar 4th from TwitterBerry
Okay. 25 minutes in the stuffy waiting room. My doctor has no soul.1:11 PM Mar 5th from txt
Long day and darn doctor took forever! Probably got charged for waiting in the waiting room!8:13 PM Mar 2nd from txt
It's odd when random people start a conversation with a stranger in the waiting room at the doctor's office.12:07 PM Mar 3rd from txt
in doctor's waiting room; next to a very attractive girl who is making THAT look every time the doc passes by. ??????1:51 PM Mar 3rd from web
The music of choice in the doctor's office waiting room is chirping birds...I feel like I'm in a forest or something6:04 PM Mar 3rd from mobile web
Waiting in the waiting room @ the doctor. Waiting to go in the smaller room... To wait. 3:46 PM Mar 2nd from TwitterBerry
In the waiting room here and there's a lawyer and a film crew to do a depo on a doctor here. Keep hearing the words liability. Scary.3:58 PM Mar 3rd from Ping.fm
At the doctor. The mind numbing noise of Nancy Grace on waiting room tv is making me feel worse.7:53 PM Mar 3rd from TwitterBerry
I'm 20 minutes away from throwing punches, I'm a very congested grumpy live wire in this waiting room. I miss my doctor back home.11:07 AM Mar 4th from TwitterBerry
gee, I love getting to the doctor's office on time, only to wait an hour and a half in the waiting room and then have a 15 min exam!4:13 PM Mar 4th from web
In the waiting room while my mom visits her eye doctor. Surrounded by old people. Trigger zombie outbreak scenario.9:48 AM Mar 6th from mobile web
I’ve been writing this post for weeks, maybe months. I keep coming back to it, never publishing it. I’m not sure why.
Right now I am following the personal journeys of two doctors. One doctor is writing about her family of three learning how to be a family of four. Dr. Au just brought a new baby home and she makes me laugh out loud reading about things like poop. You know, “Mack had a poop today after which the only recourse I had was to just dump him straight into the bath. And then throw out all his clothes. And then move to a new house.” I love seeing a new blog post and can’t wait to read the next chapter, poop and all.
The other doctor writes about a family of five, who will inevitably have to learn how to live as a family of four. Dr. Smak and her husband write courageous blog posts about their four year old son, Henry, and his battle with cancer. I love seeing there’s a new post on their respective blogs, but I hold my breath, praying that when I open it, I will read a post about how Henry had another great day.
2/25/09 -- My heart is breaking tonight for Dr. Smak and her family...
Notice I didn’t use links in this post. I think everyone knows how to get to Dr. Dino’s place. And well, y’all probably all know how to get to YouPorn, too, even if you won’t admit it. Umm, you know, if that REALLY is a legitimate website.
P.S., if you’re wondering how my fluff of a blog could draw in over 200,000 visitors, I just made that number up when I opened my new Sitemeter account. Looks impressive, though, doesn’t it?
I read somewhere that the definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results. Call me crazy. Why do I keep believing that travel mugs are leak-proof? They aren’t. They never have been. They never will be. I’d write more but I have to go drain the coffee out of my satchel. No leak, my ass.
The Wellsphere controversy made me think of something that happened when I first joined The Firm. I was just out of law school and things weren’t going well. I kept making the same mistakes.
I walked into a partner’s office and asked him a question. He didn't say anything. He just opened his desk drawer, took out a Sharpie, and wrote RTFC in big bold letters on a legal pad. Then he got up from his desk, walked to my office, taped the sign to my monitor, and walked out without saying a word.
It wasn’t pretty, but he made his point. I keep the sign in my desk drawer so that I’m always reminded to read the fucking contract.
Work, and life in general, kicked my ass last week. I was going to write a post but I took all of these quizzes instead. Let's hope this week is better.
Being a non-medical blogger in a medblog world, and a confirmed lurker, I knew I’d never have a lot of visitors, so I never worried much about numbers. But when my Sitemeter numbers started showing 2-3 readers a day, I became concerned. Turns out, all I needed to do was install a new Sitemeter code and I was back up to my usual 15 visitors a day. (Thank you regular visitors; y’all are the best!)
After I wrote the post about jumping the shark, I received a few e-mails suggesting that I write more about work and my personal life.
I stopped writing about work because, when I first started blogging, I made the amateur mistake of accessing my blog at work and now I’m not 100% sure someone at work doesn’t read my blog. I’d feel more comfortable writing work-related posts if I knew the people I worked with weren’t reading my blog. But, I’m going to try to post more work related stories. It's not like they don't already know they are arrogant, exasperating asses.
I’m not real comfortable writing about my personal life because that’s just the way I am. Plus, in the beginning, I’d only write about the bf when I was pissed at him, prompting a few comments and e-mails about how I should dump the bum. My posts put a good man in a bad light, and that wasn’t fair to him. But I will try to post more personal stories, mainly about the similarities I see between the practice of law and the practice of medicine, and how occasionally reading the medblogs helps me deal with some of the issues that come up in my personal and professional life.
