Happy St. Patrick’s Day.
I have a lot of stuff to report and show from this weekend, but I’m waiting to get some pictures. While we wait, check out the Site of the Day. I think it is very funny.
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I apologize, but I’m still waiting for some pics. In the meantime, let me tell you about a dream I had this morning. In the dream, I was a general practitioner physician on the first day of the job, but I knew nothing more about being a doctor than I do in real life. Instead of telling the nurses and receptionists that I was a fraud, I chose to try and play it off. I spoke with one patient, a forty-something Hispanic woman, and hoped she had the flu so I could give her the same advice I received from a doctor in reality a few weeks ago. No luck. She was there to talk about having her varicose veins removed. I told her it couldn’t be done and then wrote the same on her chart. I took her folder out of the room to the receptionist station to be filed, but then I realized if anyone saw what I had written, they would know I was bogus. I asked one of the ladies working with me to put the file on my desk and I figured I could look up the correct way to mark a medical record on the Internet later. By this time, many people had gathered in the waiting room, all of them grouchy and sick.
I realize now that much of the dream was just a replay of my trip to the doctors a few weeks ago. While walking around the office, I had two epiphanies; one that as a young doctor, I probably could get laid a lot and two, I could write my own prescriptions. The dream ended when my family came to visit–to congratulate me on my first day–and they began to ask me medical questions to which I could only respond something about rest, fluids, and possibly antibiotics.
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Less dreams. More photos.