Tag Archives: Writing
Fashion Rocks, or…Green
It turns out that the world really does look like this. Everyday when my friends in Maui turn off their neighborhood road they are confronted with this view. Stunning, especially with the power lines and the houses and the perfect … Continue reading
Three Times
Three times. I have been married three times. Third time is charming. Problems in surgery seem to come in threes, at least that is what we always say: two bowel obstructions and it is midnight. I have one more to … Continue reading
Shorebreak
I feel the wave gathering under me, my feet rising and the giddy feeling of it moving beyond me, as if a horse just ran through me and then the falling, the falling and my feet back on sand and … Continue reading
Line Up
You might not know that doctors’ businesses in the US are going bankrupt. Mine did. Not me personally, but the business. Medicine is a cog in the economy like everything else. Lots of cogs are blowing out. I have a story, … Continue reading
Little Of Me
I have gained weight in the last year. I work with people all day every day on this issue and here I am having gained enough weight that I know that other people notice, wonder, question. Enough that it is … Continue reading
This Is (Not) Grass
Scarcity brings out the fundamentals in a personality. I will use myself as an example, although I could refer to others in my life as well, “ex” people of several varieties, wives and business partners come to mind – these darker sides … Continue reading
Dog’s View
December was super busy. I took my national boards (passed..!), the kiddo had a minor operation (waiting in waiting rooms is exhausting – I’ll remember that), and my patients, for one month, finally had real insurance. Deductibles take 11 months to pay … Continue reading
Hard at Work
Ever feel like you are watching over things that don’t matter? Who is it that does that watching? The thin line between personal mayhem, utter apathy or extreme violence is that we don’t know the time of our dying. If … Continue reading
Shiny
It was an accident and let’s just leave it at that, she said. My patient was feeling sheepish and guarded. It was Christmas Eve, 9pm. She had shot herself in the chest, but she didn’t mean to. It was maybe … Continue reading