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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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- In days of yore...
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- Once upon a time
- Moon river
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- That's why they call it a "blood gas"
- June 8, 1971
- But is it artisanal?
- To err is human
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14 comments:
And love is the glue that holds them together.
Grumpy:
Maybe they just don't know about comma abuse!
Should probably read this post that talks about that underdiagnosed grammar problem: http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2012/12/05/help-stop-comma-abuse/
Ow, my heart joints! I must have sprained them jogging!
Don't eat grandma.
See, commas save lives!
So Officer Syntax finally meets Officer Cynical to investigate some fishy dealings in a run down joint.
....heart bone connected to the knee bone...
What, like YOU didn't use your cadaver's heart as a bong when YOU were in med school?
I lost my heart in a joint once.
"Heart joints"?
Perhaps ESL-speak for romantic relationships?
I ♥ joints.
Excellent! I love my marijuana, but I've always been worried about the cholesterol. Where can I buy these "heart joints"?
You didn't know hearts have joints ? Mwah, that's why you're a Neurologist and not a Cardiologist...
We gained a neurologist and lost a copy editor
As a fan of the Oxford comma, I personally favor, "I had dinner with my parents, the Pope and Mother Theresa."
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