8:24 AM
mood: thoughtful
last night's sleep rating: B
rounds: over
who was late? nobody
Sitting in the courtyard, reading the paper and drinking my coffee. My minions are off doing whatever they're supposed to be doing. I check my watch; James should be turning up any minute now.
It's a pleasant morning and I plan to enjoy it as much as possible, hit every one of my favorite hiding places before clinic this afternoon. The back-to-school crush is on -- physicals, sign-offs, treatment plans for our little asthmatics and diabetics to submit to their school nurses. Yesterday Foreman had to fill out forms for a kid who developed Type I diabetes earlier this year and is starting kindergarten next week. Good Lord -- glucometers and insulin shots four times daily before you're old enough to read. How depressing. Note to self: if I ever get funding for a fourth fellow, maybe I'd like an endocrinologist.
I turn the page. Looks like the good weather will last through tomorrow. Maybe I'll take the Vette and go for a drive before the barometer starts to fall and my leg starts to complain.
Lots of infectious disease in the news. They want to close Walter Reed down in Washington (Dr Walter Reed was an infectious disease guy, a real hands-on researcher.) I think one of those trolls down in pathology did a fellowship there. I've been down there a couple of times myself and was thinking about looking into a fellowship, but then I got sidetracked with the Diagnostics stuff and then... it happened, and then it was time to get Diagnostics off the ground, and I never got around to it.
I don't care one way or the other if they move it (though I can see why they'd want to, even years ago parking was a bitch.) I just hope they move the museum as well -- organs in jars, elephantiasis, amputated limbs of historical figures -- it's so cool. Maybe before it closes I'll organize a trip down there. We'll make Foreman drive -- maybe he can steal a nice Escalade for us -- and we'll make the first person to barf treat the rest of us to lunch. That would be good, Chase will take us someplace nice.
The Times is running this series of articles about how it sucks to be sick. They think that's news? Today's installment is one about how it really sucks to be sick if you live alone and don't have a lot of family to call on... and I think I'll skip that one. Again, it's hardly news.
There've been lots of breathless stories about avian influenza lately. Maybe I should have been a veterinarian -- lots of interesting scary stuff, and patients who don't LIE. Once again, that Martha Stewart manages to be one step ahead of everybody. She went to prison, so she probably knows all about gross things like drug-resistant TB, and she keeps chickens, so she can be our point person for bird flu. I heard she's back on TV this fall. Hope it's on broadcast; I'll be able to add her to my daytime lineup and call it research.
last night's sleep rating: B
rounds: over
who was late? nobody
Sitting in the courtyard, reading the paper and drinking my coffee. My minions are off doing whatever they're supposed to be doing. I check my watch; James should be turning up any minute now.
It's a pleasant morning and I plan to enjoy it as much as possible, hit every one of my favorite hiding places before clinic this afternoon. The back-to-school crush is on -- physicals, sign-offs, treatment plans for our little asthmatics and diabetics to submit to their school nurses. Yesterday Foreman had to fill out forms for a kid who developed Type I diabetes earlier this year and is starting kindergarten next week. Good Lord -- glucometers and insulin shots four times daily before you're old enough to read. How depressing. Note to self: if I ever get funding for a fourth fellow, maybe I'd like an endocrinologist.
I turn the page. Looks like the good weather will last through tomorrow. Maybe I'll take the Vette and go for a drive before the barometer starts to fall and my leg starts to complain.
Lots of infectious disease in the news. They want to close Walter Reed down in Washington (Dr Walter Reed was an infectious disease guy, a real hands-on researcher.) I think one of those trolls down in pathology did a fellowship there. I've been down there a couple of times myself and was thinking about looking into a fellowship, but then I got sidetracked with the Diagnostics stuff and then... it happened, and then it was time to get Diagnostics off the ground, and I never got around to it.
I don't care one way or the other if they move it (though I can see why they'd want to, even years ago parking was a bitch.) I just hope they move the museum as well -- organs in jars, elephantiasis, amputated limbs of historical figures -- it's so cool. Maybe before it closes I'll organize a trip down there. We'll make Foreman drive -- maybe he can steal a nice Escalade for us -- and we'll make the first person to barf treat the rest of us to lunch. That would be good, Chase will take us someplace nice.
The Times is running this series of articles about how it sucks to be sick. They think that's news? Today's installment is one about how it really sucks to be sick if you live alone and don't have a lot of family to call on... and I think I'll skip that one. Again, it's hardly news.
There've been lots of breathless stories about avian influenza lately. Maybe I should have been a veterinarian -- lots of interesting scary stuff, and patients who don't LIE. Once again, that Martha Stewart manages to be one step ahead of everybody. She went to prison, so she probably knows all about gross things like drug-resistant TB, and she keeps chickens, so she can be our point person for bird flu. I heard she's back on TV this fall. Hope it's on broadcast; I'll be able to add her to my daytime lineup and call it research.
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