Monday, February 22, 2010

Store update

Okay, at the request of readers who have written in I've put up a few new items. I've been meaning to do this for a while, but yesterday had the time to do so while I was being held hostage at Chuck-E-Cheese (their motto: "Where a kid can be a terrorist").

One is an I HATE CALL!!! t-shirt, to which I've added some artistic culture by including that classic portrait of an on-call physician, The Scream by Edvard Munch.





The second is a shirt inspired by my popular intercourse post.

All available at the world-famous Grumpy Boutique.

7 comments:

  1. Good stuff! By the way, I've gotten many laughs from people when I use my Grumpy travel mug at the hospital. When I get cranky about the poor working conditions, people tell me to go fill up my mug. My husband had the nerve to ask if he could use it one morning. Is nothing sacred?

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  2. Love the T and the "The Scream" art work. I know I am being bold, but could you add your poem...it was the best. It would complete the shirt.
    I Hate call on the front ,The Scream on the front and your poem on the back.
    Hope you can do your magic, in between patients and call of course.
    Thanks for a great blog.

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  3. Which poem, the one about being sick on call?

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  4. Yeah, maybe it could be modified to get rid of the snot and phlegm but most of the verses are just how my husband (and I) feels when he's on call. Best verse is
    "This fucking sucks
    Regardless of the bucks
    I hate being on call
    That is all."

    it would also be great to have your signature "I Be Grumpy"
    (I know I am pushing it but I love the poem)

    If you can't modify the poem, just use the T you designed with the last verse and your signature.
    thanks
    nancy
    (I promise I will buy 4 T's)

    I Hate Call

    Call is not joyful,
    And fun it is not
    When you have to take call
    With a nose full of snot.

    With a throat full of phlegm
    The constant clearing (ahem)
    And a head full of pain
    And a fuzzy clogged brain

    It is so hard to round
    When you want to fall to ground
    Your muscles are mud
    With bad bugs in your blood

    And you go home to rest
    But the ER knows best
    And they dial your cell
    So you drive back to hell

    But your throat feels sore
    So you're a Tylenol whore
    With boogers you abhor
    Give me Sudafed- MORE!

    This fucking sucks
    Regardless of the bucks
    I hate being on call
    That is all.

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  5. Oh, Dr. G........your rhyming is as sensational as your prose.
    All I can say is Thank you for the joy.
    Love, Lo

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  6. Dr G,
    I know I am being a pest. i love the I Hate Call T with "The Scream" pic. But I love your poem w/o the sick info. could you add the last verse of your sick poem to the front of the T. and if I could be a royal PIA, could you put your infamous signature "IBGrumpy" after the last verse.

    "This fucking sucks
    Regardless of the bucks
    I hate being on call
    That is all."


    Thanks In advance ,
    nRT
    Nancy Robbins

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So wadda you think?