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Monday, December 27, 2010
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A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
Welcome to my whining!
This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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December
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- Survey fun
- Reasons to strangle a patient
- "I, uh, had my skin darkened, like Michael Jackson...
- That about covers it
- Honesty
- Marital status
- Tuesday night criminal tip
- Minor differences
- Instruction manual
- There's drunk, and then there's REALLY drunk
- Sunday afternoon, 5:51 p.m.
- Eye opener
- Holiday reruns
- Christmas Eve history lesson
- Genetics 101
- Today's featured gift #1
- Today's featured gift #2
- Injuries
- And don't let them drink out of the toilet, either.
- Today's featured gift
- Help! I'm being attacked by a giant spider!
- Mary's desk, December 21, 2010
- Christmas catalogs
- Modern education
- Today's featured gift
- Worst Christmas Story Ever
- That's why they call it a stroke
- Things you won't find for Kindle
- First impressions
- Today's featured gift
- Dear Local Nutritionist,
- Wednesday afternoon rounds
- Dumpster diving with Dr. Grumpy
- Matching microbiology
- Today's featured gift
- Holiday travel tips
- Okey-Dokey
- Is there a doctor on board?
- Today's featured gift
- On call- Live the adventure
- Yet more gifts
- Gifts for the ladies
- Stop the presses! Shocking medical research!
- Dear Health Monitor magazine,
- Biting my tongue
- More fine gifts
- Using the Jedi Mind Trick
- Whatever
- Near death experience
- More gift ideas
- Yes, I'm a geek
- Attention patients!
- Another day at the office
- December 6, 1917
- Sunday morning
- When I see...
- More gift ideas
- Friday Afternoon at the Fights
- Not helpful
- More Medical Research
- There goes my office overhead
- More gift ideas
- Good thing they didn't steal cucumbers
- Great office moments
- Air traffic control
- The First Night
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7 comments:
good grief ...
The best bit is that where he was arrested is a "dry City" you cannot purchase ANY alcohol in that suburb!
Where I work, it's not unusual for us to arrest DUIs that are in the .25 neighborhood, and I had one at a .36. I never gave that too much thought until a bunch of us cops got together one night and somebody brought a portable breath test. At the end of the night, when I was way, way past the point of being able to drive home, I was a .12. My buddy, who was at least as bad off as I, was .11. I can't imagine driving - or anything else, for that matter - at a .25. No, we didn't drive home.
I reject your reality and substitute my own.
Jedi Mind Trick FAIL.
Hopalong Ginsberg
Drowning his sorrows after watching the latest Ashes cricket match?
Big Nor'easter Blizzard conditions, two guys separately walking through 60 MPH winds, lashing snow. State of Emergency everyone home , buttoned down. Cops stop to help them, both say they're OK, they just needed to get to liquor store.
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