Thursday, December 20, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Do you have a friend who's a dentist? Do you want to give your dentist something more meaningful than the gouges you leave on the arms of his exam chair? Do you know someone who simply has no sense of taste (me, for example)?

Then consider this cozy pair of pants:




Featuring an attractive pattern of molars and bicuspids in alternating red and white (I guess the color depends on whether you remembered to stop taking warfarin before your root canal), these pants are ideal for visits to the dentist, holiday parties, and any job you're hoping to get fired from.

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Those old enough will remember Rockwell's 1980's hit "Some Random Guy is Watching Me."

Wait? That wasn't the title? Never mind.

But if you have a friend who has delusions of that sort, you can order this for them:





The "Old Asian Man Wall Decal" (seriously, that's what it's called) is available from a number of websites for people wanting to add it to their home's atmosphere. Or something.

Monday, December 17, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Do you have a friend who's trying to attract the perfect guy, hoping her perfume will do the trick?

Maybe you should get her this:



Let's face it, nothing gets a guy's attention like a woman who smells like a slab of roast beef. Or an Arby's.

If nothing else, she'll certainly have the attention of every dog in the neighborhood.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Saturday morning



Frank got home from his first college semester last night.

This morning, Mrs. Grumpy and I were woken from a sound sleep by screaming and loud noises.

Apparently, at around midnight, Frank couldn't sleep and set up his laptop to work. He'd forgotten the password for our home WiFi network. Instead of, say, waiting to ask someone in the morning, he just wiped the router and changed the passwords.

This morning the twins discovered what had happened, and went bananas when they couldn't get online. His door was locked, and when they couldn't wake him up, Marie and Craig kicked his door in.

Now Frank is upset we woke him up on his first day of break.

I'm taking the twins' side.

Friday, December 14, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Do you have a friend who thinks he has animal magnetism? Maybe these boxers are the perfect gift:



Available from Newchic, this pair of boxers has a series of magnets sewn into the vital package-support area. The website makes claims about this boosting the immune system (it doesn't say if they specifically mean against STD's), "releasing energy," (if my winkie was glowing that color, I'd be pretty worried about the energy source) and (my favorite) improving the body's oxygen supply.

Plenty of guys, myself included, have been accused of thinking with our male appendages. To date, however, I've never been accused of breathing through it.

Isn't that right, Mr. Snuffleupagus?


Wednesday, December 12, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Mattel, the company that brought you Barbie, Hot Wheels, Masters of the Universe, American Girl, Polly Pocket, and Matchbox, now brings you its next big seller.

And... I'm going to have to let these ladies describe it, because I couldn't possibly do a better job.

Please note, this is not a joke.


Monday, December 10, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Like most medical students, you're tired. You just finished class and want to crash out on the couch. But you've also got a big test tomorrow and need to study. What can you do? Hey, I've been there myself.

You can hit the textbooks, or you can study planted on the couch if you have this human anatomy throw pillow!





What better way to get some studying done, or liven up a dinner party, than with this useful pillow cover? (Sorry, folks, the pillow isn't included).

To quote from the product description:


"Makeover and refresh your rooms with just a single touch!"

"Perfect for your home, office, playroom, kids room, cafe, study, studio, club, bar and others."

"No dye substance harming the health of you and your family."

"A perfect gift idea for your mom, dad, sister, brother, grandma, wife, husband and all other beloved ones."

"They will be shocked by the superior quality of the item when they open the present."

"We follow current trends and bring you the latest home fashion."

"A gift to your family or friend, relative or boyfriend girlfriend, or to yourself, the item should be interesting and authentic."


It most certainly is.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Do you have a friend who needs some absolutely pointless piece of furniture? Do you have an extra $12,000 you'd like to blow?

Then this is perfect!




Why have a routine sofa that takes up horizontal floor space, when this one stands vertically?

Yes, you could take the regular sofa you already have and stand it on it's side, but what's the point? This one already does that!  Instead of getting some piece of schlock that does nothing but let people sit on it, you can have one that serves absolutely no purpose other than to say you can afford it! And isn't that what home decorating is all about?

Monday, December 3, 2018

Joe and Al

Joe and Al are both patients of mine.

They don't know each other.

They were born in the same year, a few thousand mild miles apart, speaking different languages.

To most who meet them they come across as polite older gentlemen, each with a good sense of humor. They may notice Joe's tremor or Al's speech difficulties, but neither is a major part of who they are.

But to me, they mean a lot after 20 years in practice.

Joe was born in Poland. His father was a tailor, and Joe worked in the store growing up. Because they were Jews, the family business was closed by the government so they had no way to support themselves. He saw his father beaten to death for trying to keep the family together while boarding a train. His mother was put in a different train car and never seen again. His sister was forced to work in a brothel for German officers and was never seen outside that building again. He and his brother were together until they got to the camp sorting area. His brother, who had a bad cough that week, was sent to a gas chamber. Joe was sent to do slave labor, and was still alive when the camp was liberated by allied forces. Joe, at 5'10" weighed 94 pounds by that point, and was hard to distinguish from the dead bodies he'd been forced to carry outside.

After recovering in a military hospital, Joe decided to leave Europe forever. He immigrated to America, settling in Omaha. He went to school, married, raised a family, and spent most of his life in a quiet, unassuming, desk job. Today he's nearly blind and needs a walker to get around. His wife is still at his side, and sometimes one of his kids.

Al was born in Los Angeles. He worked in a grocery store and went to high school until he turned 18, when he was drafted into the Marines.

On the morning of February 19, 1945, he was roughly 6,000 miles from L.A., in landing crafts with 60,000 other Marines, approaching the peaceful-appearing sands of Iwo Jima in the south Pacific. As they clambered ashore and gradually moved inland it was surprisingly quiet, with none of the resistance they'd encountered on previous islands.

About an hour after coming ashore, that all changed. The well-hidden Japanese forces opened up on the beach with machine guns and heavy artillery, creating a hell-on-earth. There was nowhere to hide. Al saw guys he'd had steak & eggs with a few hours earlier (the standard U.S. Marine breakfast for landing forces) collapse around him, dead. Some were wounded, and he and others tried to get them to whatever safety they could find. Then he was hit himself, but worked to help others until he blacked-out from blood loss. He woke up on a hospital ship.

After the war he returned home, finished school, and managed grocery stores until he retired. He and his wife raised a boy and 2 girls. They recently celebrated their 60th anniversary. Today he uses a walker and oxygen tank, and is nearly deaf, but still has a hearty laugh.

At this point both are in their 90's. The horrors they experienced aren't forgotten, but hidden behind a lifetime of mundanity (which, lets face it, mundanity describes most of us, and it isn't a bad thing).

In my mind they're bound together by being (most likely) the last of their kind I'll meet.

I've seen my share of Holocaust survivors, but as the years go by they've decreased, and I doubt I'll meet another after Joe.

Similarly, in 20 years I've cared for plenty of WW2 veterans, but see them grow fewer, and the odds are I won't meet another who fought at Iwo Jima.

Like many of their generation, neither wants to talk about what they went through. The memories are painful, and both men would rather be defined but what came afterwards: their families.

But they, and what they went through, shouldn't be forgotten.

Ever.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

How many times have you gotten home from a long day at work, opened a cold beer, and thought, "Boy, I'm tired. I'd love to relax by putting my head in someone's ass crack."

Me neither.

Butt, if you have any friends who think this way, now there's the perfect pillow to give them!



Yes, you can relax by lying down with your head on a simulated keister. If people are always telling you that you have your head up your ass, you can now respond, "no, that's my pillow."

The website says they're "squeezable, slappable and face buriable" for those who consider these to be desirable features in tuchus-shaped bed accessories. It also notes "you can dress up your Buttress with undies and PJ's," provided you're into that sort of thing.

I understand that Mr. Arthur Frampton is coming out with a deluxe version.

Monday, November 26, 2018

2018 Holiday gift guide

Yes, as the Earth rolls around its G-type main-sequence star, we again come to the Christmakuh season. Which means it's time for DR. GRUMPY'S ANNUAL GIFT GUIDE!

This year, I'd like to start off with something for that distant acquaintance, co-worker, or friend who feels they have to hold the first party of the season, even if that means having it in July just to say they did.

What's more perfect for your friend's next party than this adorable snowman beverage dispenser?





They'll marvel when you give them this cheerful fellow to dispense refreshments from a, um, conveniently located valve. See him smile as you pull down, squeeze, and release.

Serving suggestions include spiked lemonade or Mountain Dew, though if you're a urologist you could also consider something with cranberry juice or grenadine syrup added for just the right tint.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Thanksgiving memory re-runs

One Thanksgiving in the early-90's I was the intern on call at a local VA hospital (a veterans hospital for my non-U.S. readers, with consequently a primarily cantankerous elderly male population).

A peculiar thing about VA hospitals (at least back then, I haven't worked at one for > 25 years) is that patients could sign out at the nurse's desk to leave, then come back later to resume medical care (don't even try to understand this). So the sheet was always full of notations that patients had signed out to go to McDonald's, or buy cigarettes, or smoke, or visit friends at the homeless shelter, or hold up a liquor store, or whatever.

Some bright businessman had opened a strip club across the street from the hospital, I think it was called The Jaguar Room. So on Thanksgiving the VA ward I was covering was empty, as most of the patients had signed out to walk, wheel, or crawl over to The Jaguar Room for some female comfort and booze.

I was asleep in the intern's room when the calls began coming in, all from the bartender at The Jaguar Room. Was it safe for my patients to be smoking through their tracheostomy tubes? Were the cardiac telemetry packs still transmitting from across the street? Was there a place at the VA where patients could get more $1 bills, because they'd used them all up on the strippers?

And my favorite:


Bartender: "Can I give Mr. Veteran another beer?"

Intern Grumpy: "Um, what's the problem?"

Bartender: "He has one of those foley bags things, with the tube going up his dick. The bag is, like, REALLY full, and I'm afraid if I give him another beer it'll pop and send piss everywhere."

Intern Grumpy: "Send him back to the hospital."

Bartender: "That's bad for business."

Intern Grumpy: "So is showering your clientele with piss."


Mr. Veteran was wheeled back over to the VA immediately, by a topless stripper no less, who waited while his bag was emptied and then pushed him back to the bar.

Monday, November 19, 2018

Ebay has everything

During her appointment I was helping Mrs. Old find a better price on her pain medicine, which (of course), activated the ad-tracker software.

So a few minutes later I noticed this on a site:



Thursday, November 15, 2018

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

Dr. Grumpy: "At your last visit... let me look at the note... okay, you said you wanted to see if a massage helped your back pain, and were going to try a place near your apartment. So how'd that work?"

Ms. Lumbago: "It, um, didn't happen."

Dr. Grumpy: "Too expensive?"

Ms. Lumbago: "No... I went in there one day, and said I needed a massage, and the girl at the counter gave me a blank look. Then I realized all the girls there were in skimpy bikinis, and they had candles and soft music and a bottle of champagne out, and the counter girl said, um, 'we only take men customers' and I realized that, um... anyway I left and haven't had time to look for another place."
 
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