Spring Fever?

Today, I spent most of the day looking out my office window, wishing I was someplace else. With someone else. Doing something else. I only worked when the phone rang or someone asked me a direct question.

I don’t see how you medical people do it. With your jobs, it looks like you would never be able to have an “off” day. Or a bad day. Or a I just don’t give a fuck day.

I think I need a vacation.

Post About Nothing

I had planned on posting something this weekend, but I made the mistake of wandering through the medblogs before I started writing. It was a mistake because after reading so many great blogs out there, I lost my will to write.

So instead of writing, I spent part of my allotted home computer time doing some research on EMTALA. I want to be a little more informed when I am reading the ER blogs. Pretty interesting, but I still have some unanswered questions.

While I was wandering through the medblogs, I stumbled on something kind of surprising. It seems some ER nurses have a dirty little secret. Something they like to call Emergency Nurse Porn. But it's probably not what you think. Geez, they are respected professionals. Of course it's not what you think.

I think I will make this a post a cliffhanger. (Really, I forgot the name of the ER nurse’s blog and this will give me time to find it again so I can link to it. I'd do it tonight, but Dr. Schwab is finally talking about gallbladders (!!!) and I have to go read his post.)

Silly Question

When I was growing up, my mother told me and my brothers to make sure that we always left the house wearing clean underwear and clean socks because “what if we were in an accident and had to go to the Emergency Room?” Do doctors and nurses really notice whether a patient is wearing clean underwear and socks?

[Umm. Just so we're clear on this. I would wear clean underwear and socks even if there wasn't a chance I might end up having to go to the ER. Although, I have to admit there might occasionally be a hole in my sock. Well, if it's on the bottom, who's gonna see it? Except maybe someone in the ER. Okay, no more socks with holes.]

Note to MSG: Hey sweetie, I really like your blog (sorry, I couldn't resist).

UPDATE: Yes, I'm still alive. I will have a new post sometime this weekend. Thanks for stopping by.

Dr. Doctor

I just read a medblog about how patients and doctors address each other.

I don’t know if it’s where I am from or how I was raised, but there is absolutely no way that I could call a doctor by his or her first name. I cannot even bring myself to call a blogger doctor by his or her blogging name without inserting Dr. in front of it, e.g., Dr. Dinosaur. Mostly, it’s a sign of respect for the person and the profession.

But that’s not the only reason. I don’t want to call my doctor by his first name. To be honest, I don’t even want my doctor to have a first name. I want that person to be a superhero, with no feelings and no faults. That way, there is no possibility of a bad outcome. I’m not being unrealistic, am I?

Cookies for Doctors

I feel like a crumb because I never considered bringing cookies to my doctors as a way of saying "thank you". This post was inspired by EchoDoc. She wrote a great post about one of her partner's ungrateful patients.

I am hoping that I at least told Dr. Gastro and Dr. Jekyll (surgeon) thank you for taking away my pain and jaundice. But I don’t think that I did. I know I gave them the standard polite thank you each time I left the examining room, but I don’t think I ever thanked them specifically for making me feel better. I don’t know if this is because I’m inconsiderate or if I just figured they were doing their job. Maybe it was just my inexperience at being a patient. And I never once considered bringing them baked goods.

I ended up having to stay in the hospital for five days after my chole (something about not letting me go home with a fever). I received excellent care from the nurses, et al. When I finally got sprung, I wanted to do show my appreciation to those that took care of me. I told the nurses, et al. that they could have all of my flower arrangements. They seemed to like that. I also arranged for a friend to bring a humongous bowl of miniature candy bars and other edible goodies for the nurses’ desk. They really seemed to like that.

I did this because everyone that took care of me during those five days seem to go out of their way to be nice to me. I don’t think I would have felt right leaving without doing something special for them.

Which brings me to this. Now I feel like a crumb for not showing more appreciation to my doctors. My family doctor came by my room every day and never billed for it. I hope I told him thank you, but I can’t remember. The next time I see him, I plan on telling him how much I appreciated him stopping by. Because now I realize that he didn't have to.

There is no way I am asking for a “do-over” of the chole. So I’ll just try to be more appreciative next time. I still don’t see myself bringing cookies to a doctor. I guess some people are cookie people and some aren’t.

Crap, Crap, Crap

I finally have some time to write something for my blog and I don’t have a damn thing to say. I hate it when people don’t post regularly and I have become one of those people. Okay, anyone who has me Bloglined knows that I do post, I just pull the posts before anyone gets a chance to read them. Since I'm in the mood to blog, yet have nothing to say, I am going to write about what I have written and rejected as being not blogworthy. Something tells me this is another one of those 3 minute posts, i.e. I publish the post, wait three minutes, then remove it.

Cookies for Doctors -- This post was inspired by something I read on EchoDoc’s blog regarding an ungrateful patient. I wrote about how I felt like I didn’t show enough appreciation to my doctors. You know, some people are cookie people and some aren’t.

Five Pounds – This post didn’t even make it to the “Publish” button. I wrote about how I gained 5 pounds over the holidays and had been walking around hoping that the 5 pounds had been distributed evenly over my 5’7” frame and had not landed all on my ass. The point of the post was that last week I was back down to my fighting weight, yet no one had mentioned it. No one except a U.S. Marshall at the Federal Courthouse that I only see maybe once a week. I know, poor, poor pitiful me.

Men and Cabinet Doors – Another post that didn’t make it to “Publish”. This was a work rant asking why can't men ever close a cabinet (or closet or any other kind of) door. And why do they leave their Styrofoam coffee cups on the counter instead of just turning their lazy ass around and dropping it in the garbage can. They are standing right next to it!!!

Poop, Pus, Pee and Barf – Post where I attempt to answer the occasional question: Well, MA, if you’re so interested in all things medical, why don’t you get a job in the healthcare industry? (And no, you perv, I don’t have a “thing” for doctors, although I must say y’all look mighty cute in your scrubs.)

The Perfect Patient—After reading the medblogs, I learned that doctors don’t like all of their patients. Probably naïve of me to think that they did, but naïve is my middle name. Anyway, the competitor in me makes me want to be the perfect patient. So I wrote about the posts I had read and whether I was, or was not, the perfect patient. This post has some promise and I may actually do a little tweaking and publish it.

Where are all of the Funny Medblogs? – I wrote this when it seemed like every medblog I read was either serious, whiny, or sad and depressing. But then, that was my mood at the time, so I figured it was just the medblogs I was choosing to read. The last thing I want to do is be critical of other people's blogs when, well, look at this post.

Recipes and Medblogs—Enough said. Addendum: Recipes and medblogs are two of my favorite things to read. When a medblog includes recipes, I am in hog heaven.

Sorry, Wrong Blog – This was actually two different posts that I withdrew. I am always surprised when my blog comes up when people are googling medical terms. I do have a suggestion if anyone needs a topic to write about. STAPLES OR STITCHES? I get at least 20 hits a day for that question alone. “Atrophied testicle”, “I hate lawyers” and “butt pus” are also very popular. My favorite though was “nurse prostate nude stirrups”.

Request for Lawyer Jokes--I know. I was really, really struggling when I wrote this one. Although that post did start off with a great doctor/golf joke. I am considering posting a new lawyer joke on my sidebar everyday. Then I won't feel so guilty about people stopping by when I haven't posted anything new.

Hey Scalpel, It’s Snowing!—The title says it all; there is no accompanying post. We came close, but I was never able to hit the “Publish” button for this one.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. DINO!

First Lesson I Learned in Law School

Today at lunch, the boys and I had margaritas and shared law school stories. This was mine.

It was in Civil Procedure during my second week of law school. Class had just started and I lifted the tab to open my Diet Coke. It sounded like a cannon shot in the otherwise quiet classroom. The professor glared at me but continued his lecture.

Then came time for recitation. In recitation, a student is called on to state the facts, the procedural history, the issue before the court, and the reasoning behind the court's holding on one of the cases assigned for class. This is sometimes known as "leading the helpless lamb to slaughter". At some point, the professor will begin pummeling the student with questions in an effort to bring out the more important aspects of the case.

This particular professor randomly called on students to stand and recite. It was the second week of law school. No one was comfortable reciting and we all tried to blend into the scenery when he was deciding on whom to call upon to recite.

For the first case, he called on the person sitting to my right.
For the second case, he called on the person sitting to my left.
For the third case, he called on the person sitting in front of me.
For the fourth and final case, he called on the person sitting behind me.

Then he called my name. I stood up on shaking legs, not knowing what to expect because there were no cases left. All he said was “Ms. Addict, I’d like to see you after class.”

After class, the professor just told me that he would appreciate it if I opened my soda before he began his lecture. The four people who were called on to recite because of my "Diet Coke incident" never let me forget about it. I was teased about it whenever I was spotted with a beverage in my hand, in class or out.

I didn’t realize it at the time but I got off very lucky. The professor could have thrown me out of his class. Or made me stand and recite during the entire class. Or he could have called on me to recite and then embarrassed and humiliated me to the point of wanting the ground to open up and swallow me. All of the above would happen to me at various times during my law school career. But I never again took a canned drink into the classroom.

Everyone Lies

I just read a post about patients who lie [it’s TrenchDoc, I’m just too lazy to link it]. Everyone lies. I lie. Witnesses, clients, bloggers, men, boyfriends, imaginary boyfriends, pretend boyfriends, ex-boyfriends (take it easy MA, they get the picture). They all lie. Why should patients be any different, even if it may kill them?

In law school, a professor once told us that everyone will lie to us, especially our clients (and not just the criminals). He said we would have to learn to ask the same question over and over, in different ways, so that we could learn what the truth actually was. Because no matter how bad the truth is, it is still better to hear it from your client alone in your office, rather than in a deposition, etc.

My question is: Is this something a doctor is taught in medical school, so they are prepared for patients who lie? Or is this something you learn on your own, through experience? And if it is taught in medical school, do med students immediately embrace the fact that all patients will lie to them? Or does it take awhile for them to accept this? Do you always go in assuming the patient will lie? Even the slightly nervous girl lawyer or the sweet Grandma sitting in your examining room?

Of course, I guess I shouldn't mind the reluctant truth-challenged client. I'll sit there all day listening to you dance around the truth, because my billing meter will be running every minute. And please, feel free to take that cell phone call during the middle of our meeting. I can always use the billable hours.

A Post From Work

Yesterday I received an e-mail from Junior Partner (“JP”) re: a research assignment. JP wants me to spend three hours gathering information on a certain medical condition. Now, the Firm doesn’t take any personal injury cases, so this could only mean one thing: JP’s teenage son has to write a research paper for English! (Umm, if anyone knows of any good articles on asthma, let me know. Especially if they contain cool pictures.)

For as long as I have been at the Firm, JP and I have been helping JP Jr. with his homework. Everything except math. JP had to hire a math tutor because we both suck at math.

When I first read JP’s e-mail, I had this brief moment of panic. Why does he want me to research a medical condition? Does he secretly monitor my Internet activity? Does he know about the medblog addiction? Can he read the e-mails I send/receive on my Yahoo mail account? [Please – no comments on whether the e-mail thing is possible. I don’t want to know the answer. I would rather live in ignorant bliss.]

In a (now deleted) post last week, I questioned whether I should continue to keep the medblog thing a secret. Really, I questioned whether I should continue to blog at all. I thought the strain of hiding my secret life as Medblog Addict was getting to me. Obviously, I chose to continue. At least for now. And I will continue to keep my identity as Medblog Addict a secret. I think I have to because I seem to remember writing a post wherein I revealed that (1) Boyfriend is an old fart trial attorney; and (2) I hated every pompous, tiny prick, rat bastard attorney that I worked with.

Right now, I have a research project to do. I have to finish it by 3:00 or else Dad won’t let me go to the big dance on Saturday night.

The Switch to New Blogger

I finally made the switch. Everything seems to be okay. Except certain commenters' names were replaced with "Anonymous". Sorry Seaspray. Seaspray wrote the funny comment on my Throckmorton post and has now become famous in TrenchDoc's comment section. hee hee.

Bat Shit Crazy and a Positive Throckmorton Sign

I wish this post could live up to its title.

I have no medical background, nor an aptitude for science. So it should not come as a complete surprise that after wandering through the medblogs for about six months now, I am still pretty much clueless. I probably still skip over more than I actually read. Nevertheless, I have picked up a few things over the past six months:
1. Batshit crazy. I love this expression and have incorporated it into my everyday vocabulary. I just wish I could use it when I am drafting a pleading to file with the Court:

The Plaintiff is batshit crazy. See Affidavit of Dr. Scrubs attached hereto as Exhibit “A”. For this reason, Defendant requests that the Court grant its Motion to Dismiss.

2. I am getting better at reading x-rays. Okay, let’s just say I can now tell when fingers have been blown off and I am starting to locate the bullets and knives a little quicker. I can also recognize a positive Throckmorton sign. Who knew those things showed up so well on an x-ray? My favorite post on the subject is on MDOD. Even a clueless layperson like me can appreciate that x-ray.

3. Along that same vein, I have also learned some medical slang and acronyms.

I started using these at work, thus making them legal terms:

BMW - Bitch Moan & Whine

DMFNFL - Dumb motherfucker, not fit to live

Goat Rodeo - Emergency scene which goes badly (resembles a bunch of people riding or wrestling goats) [occurs at least twice a day in our offices]

SWAG - Scientific Wild Ass Guess.


This is the reason I will never tell an ER doctor what I do for a living:

Chandelier's Sign - The result of any test or probing after which the patient must be removed from the chandelier.


I just like these because they are funny:

FDSTW - Found Dead Stayed That Way

OB/GYN - Oh Boy! Got You Naked!

Blade - Surgeon: dashing, bold, arrogant and often wrong, but never in doubt

RPVU - Relative Porsche Value Unit: surgical index of potential income from the repair of patient injuries, usually orthopedic in nature. Fractured finger = a windscreen wiper; a fractured hip = new tires, etc.

TTFO - Told To Fuck Off or, when being deposed, "Told to Take Fluids Only".


You medical people are so funny.

A Six Word Story

I’ve been tagged by Difficult Patient. I have to tell a story. In six words or less. I spent part of my afternoon reading other people's short stories. They were great and DP was especially clever in writing hers. I won't even attempt cleverness. I’ve been sitting on this secret for weeks. Here’s my story:

Medblog lurking afterhours. Steamy. Who knew?

Color Me Green

I am jealous of the Bohemian Road Nurse. And it’s not just because she has a message goat, or that she’s a nurse, or that she knows how to knit. It’s because she can write a good comment. Every medblog I go to, she’s been there already, leaving behind a witty retort, an insightful question, or a practical tip. She’s even been kind enough to leave a comment or two on my little blog.

One of my “work” projects is to read Bohemian’s archives. And I want to leave her a nice, witty comment. So I was just reading one of her posts (oh yeah, I’m also jealous because she’s such an entertaining writer). The post had pictures (yep, jealous), including a picture of drinks from Sonic. So when it came time for me to leave a comment, what was the only thing on my mind?---how much I wanted to go to the Sonic and get me a Cherry Slush. What kind of comment is that? So, I didn't leave a comment. But I will next time. A real good one.

If I find out Bohemian has good hair, too, there is gonna be a catfight. Just kidding. Bohemian-Lou used to be a biker chick. She could kick my ass with one hand tied behind her back.

Addendum: I think maybe a little clarification is needed. This post is supposed to be an expression of my admiration for Bohemian's writing abilities and my frustration at not being able to think of a damn thing to say after reading a great blog. I hope it is taken that way.

Another Day at the Office

The writer’s block continues. Dr. Dino has suggested I let the obnoxious lawyer bitch girl out to play on my blog. I love how that sounds. I am going to write about medblogs tomorrow. But today, here’s a glimpse into my glamorous, exciting work life:

This morning, Bookkeeper comes into work with a little sniffle and a tiny cough...

Partner: Oh BK, you’re sick. You are such a dedicated worker. But you should go home and take care of yourself. Be sure to call us if you need anything.


I drag my ass into work, nose red and running; a deep wet cough...


Partner: You’re late. Where’s that memo (legal research) I asked you for?

Me: Sorry. I took some cold medicine and overslept.

Partner: If you’re sick, stay in your office and keep the door closed.
AND TRY NOT TO BREATHE ON ANYONE.


I don’t know if it will work, but I plan on licking every piece of paper I hand to him today.

Warning: Boring Work Related Post

We have a client who owns a business in a very litigious industry. He has more money than he knows what to do with and isn't afraid to back down from a fight when threatened with legal action. He's also a sexist asshole. And a good buddy of Senior Partner. I try to avoid Mr. Client, but he likes me to work on his cases because I “really know how to write a classy ‘fuck you’ letter”. Before you start thinking conceited, braggart, etc., hear me out. Mr. Client doesn’t attribute these letters to my skills as a lawyer. He thinks I excel at writing these letters because I am a woman, you know, vindictive, mean, spiteful, vengeful, malicious. And he’s not joking when he says it, which is every time he comes into the office.

So, here’s a letter I drafted after you left my office today Mr. C.


Dear Mr. Client:

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

Sincerely,

M. B. Addict



How’s that for classy?

[hmmm...maybe he was right]



Happy Birthday Elvis

(Yes, this is my original post. It's my blog and I can change my mind if I want to. After all, that's what women do, right?)

Wandering Through the Medblog Comment Sections

I don’t know if anyone else does this, but I read all of the comments on all of the medblogs. Even if a particular post is way over my clueless layperson head, I will still check out the comment section. And I will keep going back to read all of the new comments.

I am having a serious case of writer's block (or is it called blogger's block?). Someone said to just "write through it". Easier said than done. Because I can't think of anything original to write, I thought I would just share some of my favorite comments with you.

The first three come from my favorite surgeon (thank you Dr. Schwab).

1. "When a med student, a classmate of mine was on OB, went to the ER to do a “consult.” (yeah, right: blunder around until the resident arrived.) After doing the pelvic, still wedged in, as it were, he decided it was time to remove his wedding ring from where he’d tied it into his scrubs. (What else is there to do, really?) As he was absently untying his pants, he happened to look up at the lady who, horrified, was trying to scoot out of the stirrups and scuttle away. Bad call." (this one made Diet Coke come out of my nose when I read it)

2. "I realize it's not exactly the gist of your post, but this puts me in mind of a (hopefully true) story one of my fellow military docs told me (for only in the military might you conceivably try such a thing).

In doing prostate exams, the story goes, this doc would have the patient lean forward onto the exam table, and insert his finger while standing. For certain selected patients, he'd have a medic hidden behind a screen. He'd place his left hand on the patient's left shoulder, insert his right index finger in the anus, and then the medic, who'd have slipped quietly into the room, would place HIS right hand on the patient's right shoulder...."

3. Dr. Schwab’s thoughts on the spray on condom—
"I'd read about the spray-on, too. Tried to imagine the process, who'd be in charge, whether the act would be, uh, deflating in any way and if so, how, uh, forgiving would the substance be during reinvigoration."

4. A comment made by Dr. Dork after reading one of Dr. Schwab’s comments re: brb per rectum — "Damn surgeons and their rectums..."

(I am very glad Dr. Dork is back. And I'm also rather impressed with myself that I knew what brb was without having to look it up.)

5. I can’t remember where I read this, but it made me giggle. Butt pus. Heh.

"I too am a medical student and while talking to the head trauma surgeon, he somehow got on the subject of butt pus and I endured about 20 minutes of the most vividly colored stories I had ever heard. I'm glad that other people are basking in the glory of butt pus."

I liked that one so much, I almost named this post "Basking in the Glory of Butt Pus".

Just Out of Curiosity

Suppose someone gets a knife planted in his neck. If the knife punctured his lung and large airways, how long was the blade of the knife? I don’t know which part of the neck was stabbed. Being a layperson, I don’t even know, technically, where the neck begins and ends. But just assume the knife entered the neck at the place most convenient to hit a lung and large airways.

I’m back to lurking and I had to write this question down somewhere, so it landed here on my blog. No one should feel obligated to answer. But it would be nice to know whether it was a long knife, short knife, impossible to determine from the facts. . .

Are Surgeons Really Better Looking Than Other Doctors?

“Male surgeons are taller and more handsome than male physicians, according to a study in this week's (traditionally lighthearted) Christmas issue of the British Medical Journal.

Doctors at the University of Barcelona Hospital in Spain noticed that the tallest and most handsome male medical students were more likely to become surgeons, and that the shortest (and perhaps not so good looking) ones were more likely to become physicians.

Observers used the "good looking score" to classify each participant (ranging from 1, ugly to 7, very good looking). The results show that, on average, senior male surgeons are significantly taller and better looking than senior male physicians.”

See BMJ-British Medical Journal, Dec 2006; 333: 1291 – 1293.

I’ve already admitted I’m the researching type, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone that when I saw this article, I immediately decided this was an important issue that needed further investigation. Are surgeons more good looking than other doctors?

I have really only known four doctors: my family doctor, my gyno, my former family doctor, and my eye doctor. In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit that, despite going to him for years, I’ve never actually seen Dr. Gyno. During my visits with him, 80% of the visit is spent with my eyes tightly squeezed shut, and the other 20% of the visit is spent with me looking awkwardly down at my hands while mumbling unintelligible answers to his questions. But I’m still going to include him in my study.

I definitely needed more data, i.e. I needed to check out more doctors. As much as I would have liked to have done this in person, I just couldn’t see myself hanging around a hospital oogling men. Even for an important research project such as this one. Who am I kidding? Of course I could see myself doing that, and enjoying it immensely. Nevertheless, I just went to the website of a local hospital that provides photos of their doctors. (I only know about this because I was researching BF’s orthopedic surgeon for him.)

I saw the website as a kind of online sales catalogue listing each doctor’s specialty, medical school, and special interests: “Hi, my name is Dr. Jekyll. I am a general surgeon. I attended UTMB-Galveston. I enjoy Hernias, Gallbladders, and long walks along the beach” (ok, I added that last one). I noted that in some of the pictures, the doctors had placed their left hand on their chin, conveniently displaying their ring finger. Nice to know because I immediately deducted points for being married.

I clicked on five specialties, and started picking names at random. Three of the secretaries at work also acted as judges. I swear, I am not making this up, one surgeon’s picture looked like a DWI mugshot. The cutest guy we saw was an ENT doctor.  Therefore, I’m not sure I can agree with the BMJ’s findings.

I think that if someone did a study like this in the medblog world, where doctors are read and not seen, you’d find ER doctors, not surgeons, at the top of the survey. They just seem like the bad boys of medicine. And I don’t need a survey to tell me that good girls are drawn to bad boys, or, in this case, their blogs.  Happy Holidays.

Blogger Etiquette

I really do need to get a book on Blogger etiquette. I've been accused of being crass in the comment section of someone's blog. I know I've been vulgar and obnoxious, but I didn't know I was being crass. Geez, I knew I should have stuck to lurking. My apologies. It won't happen again.

No mystery, sugar, it's called Technorati

From a comment by Dr. Flea in the Addicted to Medblogs Comments Section. November 15, 2006.

Thus began my education regarding “links”. Dr. Flea taught me that the people you link to have a way of finding out about your link. Gutless lurkers like me don't like that.

It has been gently suggested that I include links to the blogs that I write about. Some people want me to stop having blind items on my blog. I also received a hilarious, but filthy, now-deleted comment from someone ("Anonymous", my ass. I know who you are) telling me to start linking and stop having blind items.

After receiving some superior tutelage regarding links (who knew that little button on Blogger that said “insert link” was for linking other people’s posts?), I have no excuse for not including links on my blog.

Does that mean that I will always link to a post that I am writing about? No.

Being the gutless wonder that I am, I can’t. I won’t.

If I don’t link a post, it’s because

a. I don’t want the blogger to come to my blog, although I’m probably leaving a trail in some obvious way known to everyone but me. I’m gutless, so sue me.

b. I don’t want you to go to the blog I am referring to. There are some obscure blogs out there. I have never seen the bloggers’ names in the comment section of other blogs. There are few or no comments on their blogs. These are the juiciest blogs. I am afraid if they know I am reading, they will stop being so open. Ok, so I am gutless and selfish.

c. I find the blog “suspect”. There are a few out there that I think might be fakes. Written by someone with a medical background, but not a doctor. Yet. Or, I could just be full of crap. But in my defense, I spend a lot of time at work reading and responding to crap. I don’t analyze blogs the same way I analyze work related writings, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get that same feeling in my gut when I read a load of crap in a blog. (And Fake? General Surgeon, I hope that you stopped writing because of an increased surgical workload and not because I questioned your doctorhood.)

So, I will link to posts that I think will be of interest to someone (and whose author’s don’t scare me). And I won’t leave any more blind items.

And, please, if I write about a blog, I am not endorsing its content. What do I know? I’m just a lawyer.

Last blind item ever: You are still my favorite blogger and one of your posts last week and your post today made me an even bigger fan, if that is possible.

Update: Sometimes I don't link just because I'm lazy.