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Well, this blows

Here’s what I heard: some dumbass developer near Sacramento ploughed up a fiberoptic cable, screwing up high speed internet for the entire West coast.

WordPress gives me all kinds of errors when I try to open my comments. I don’t know if this will even post!

Here goes nothing . . .

Yay! It worked! But I’m still disturbed by all these “WordPress database error” files. Next thing you know, I’ll crash my blog. I’ve done it before.

Here. Have a recipe.

From Pampered Chef . . .

Tempting Toffee Crisps

12 whole (5 x 2 1/2 inch) graham crackers
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup butter (do not use margarine)
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup semisweet chocolate morsels
1/2 cup chopped almonds

1. Preheat oven to 350. Arrange graham crackers side by side in a single layer pan (with sides)
2. In saucepan, combine brown sugar, butter, and vanilla. Cook over medium heat until mixture comes to a full boil. Continue boiling 4 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from saucepan and pour over crackers.
3. Bake 10-12 min or until bubbly and lightly browned. Remove pan from oven and place on a cooling rack. Sprinkle with chocolate morsels. Allow chocolate to soften, then spread over the crackers.
4. Sprinkle almonds over chocolate. Cool completely. Break into pieces.

I’ve made these using Saltines and they were AMAZING. I can’t even begin to imagine how much better they would be with graham crackers. And, hey, why not throw some marshmallows in there, too? Toffee smores!

D.

Reruns again?

After a crappy night’s sleep, I saw 32 patients today (if not a record, it’s close), and when I got home, I had two hours worth of catch-up charting to do. My brain is a blancmange, and when that happens, you get reruns. Kwitcher bitchin — I don’t do this all that often.

Kate and Anduin might remember this one, but I suspect it will be new material for many of you.

Historical note: this post first aired July 31, 2005. Somehow, the Smart Bitches caught wind of it, shouted it on their blog, and suddenly I had me scads of romance readers/writers. Speaking of the Bitches, did you catch their April Fool’s Day front page? Bloody brilliant. It rices my kishkes from jealousy, it’s so brilliant.

Without further ado:

Everything I know about sex I learned from my tarantula

Yeah. Keep readin’.

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The Feds are coming! The Feds are coming!

As some of you might recall, my hospital asked me to serve as Chief of Staff this year. Make no mistake about it, this is a short-straw duty. I tripled my meetings and more than tripled my administrative headaches. And for what? For the ability to say in future years, “That’s okay, folks, I done my time.”

But I really stepped in it by choosing THIS year to be Chief. The Joint Commission is on their way — the Federal watchdogs who aren’t happy unless they can threaten hospitals with closure. Whenever the Feds are in town, hospital administrators swim in their own sweat, doctors run the other way when they see anyone holding a clipboard, and the wards simmer with the noisy popping of spastic sphincters everywhere.

I can’t run away. I’m the effing Chief of Staff. When the Feds show up, I’m supposed to meet with them and answer questions.

Our acting CEO has kindly provided me with a list of probable questions and their answers. I’ve done my best to memorize them, but it’s like learning a soliloquy in a foreign language. The words are meaningless to me. I read the question, I think I understand it, then I read the answer and scratch my head. Does that answer really apply to that question? And what do all these acronyms mean?

I can’t comprehend Administratorese.

This predicament reminded me of an old Gary Larson cartoon which I have shamelessly defaced.

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Not an April Fool’s Day joke

NASA’s Cassini has imaged a hexagonal structure centered over Saturn’s North Pole:

The feature was noticed over twenty years ago by Voyager 1 and 2, so it’s not an ephemeral finding. From the NASA site,

“This is a very strange feature, lying in a precise geometric fashion with six nearly equally straight sides,” said Kevin Baines, atmospheric expert and member of Cassini’s visual and infrared mapping spectrometer team at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory, Pasadena, Calif. “We’ve never seen anything like this on any other planet. Indeed, Saturn’s thick atmosphere where circularly-shaped waves and convective cells dominate is perhaps the last place you’d expect to see such a six-sided geometric figure, yet there it is.”

It’s not a small structure, either — nearly four Earths could fit inside it. (The Earth’s diameter is nearly 8000 miles, and this thing is 15,000 miles across. Four Earths would rub shoulders and spill over the confines of the hex. But, still!)

By contrast, at Saturn’s South Pole, they’ve found a “hurricane with a giant eye.”

There’s even a video (scroll down a bit).

Cool!

D.

Hmm. What to write.

New friend Tiggr wants me to contribute some erotica for her Fantasy Friday. When she asked, I wondered whether I might get myself into trouble doing something like that. My patients find this blog every so often, and a number of my pals in nursing lurk here, too.

Then I wondered if it was even possible to get myself into any more trouble than I’m already (potentially) in. Well, I guess so. I could do something unprofessional, like break doctor-patient confidentiality. (Don’t get your hopes up cuz it ain’t gonna happen.) I could pull a Full Monty. I could say snarky things about hospital employees and refer to them by name. See? Lots of naughty things I could do.

With those possibilities in mind, writing some narsty erotica seems tame, doesn’t it?

***

Feeling ill today, which is why I’ve been quiet. More tomorrow.

D.

And a blast from the past.

I’m clickin’ on my blogroll, and since I’m Type A, A for Anally Alphabetical, I like to start at the top, which means good friends like Tam and Suisan get neglected unless I kick myself in the ass and say Y, start with Y this time! Which means I always neglect you folks in the middle. Sorry.

So when I read Beth’s blog, I followed her link to this YouTube of the Solid Gold dancers. I’m not a Solid Gold kinda guy, however, so the video, while quaint, stirred nary a memory. No, I’m a Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert kinda guy. A quick YouTube search yielded this video: Abba singing Mamma Mia on Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert.

Oodles of fun.

D.

PS: Apropos of a certain recent sculpture, Pandagon has a link to Tom Waits’s “Chocolate Jesus.” 

Me, fat?

I thought about nuking this post. Is it too self-centered? But then I thought — when are my posts NOT self-centered? Anyway, feel free to blast me if you like. 

Karen’s watching Penn and Teller’s Bullshit — specifically, their episode on obesity. Penn delighted me by targeting one of my pet peeves, the BMI.

The US Government uses the Body Mass Index in its proclamations regarding obesity in America. Here’s a BMI calculator; take a moment to calculate your BMI, then check out the left sidebar to see if you’re overweight or obese.

I’m 5′ 6″, 178 lbs. With a BMI of 28.7, I am (according to the sidebar) overweight, borderline obese. Four years ago, I was 5′ 6″, 178 lbs, and I’ll be the first to admit I was obese. As I’ve opined in the past, a man ought to be able to see his wiener when he goes pee. I couldn’t even see my wiener after sucking in my gut!

I don’t know about you, but I need to see my wiener. I need to have smaller breasts than my wife. It’s all part of the natural order of things.

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Antidote to the blues

So I’m thinking maybe I should have kept that last one under wraps indefinitely, eh?

Here. Go look at some cute kitties and puppies.

D.

The Big Sleep

I wrote this one several months ago and I’ve been sitting on it ever since. What else can I say, by way of introduction? I’ve seen a lot of cancer lately, and several of my older patients — favorites, many of them — have left me.

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It was my second year in training — we call that the R2 year, but really, it’s the first year of residency — and I was post-call on a Thursday afternoon. My patient, an elderly black man scheduled for a laryngectomy on Friday, never showed up in clinic. In those days, we would bring in the big surgical cases a day ahead of time. The evening before surgery we would do all the pre-op labs, X-rays, and consultations, everything necessary to spiff the patient for his operation.

My patient’s no-show would leave us with a nearly empty surgical schedule for Friday. My chief and my attending were not happy.

“Have you called him?” asked my attending.

“Yeah,” I said. “He had no ride and he had no money for the bus. He didn’t have any friends who could bring him, either. He says he wants to wait anyway.”

“He can’t wait,” she said. “Why don’t you see if he’ll come in if someone picks him up?”

You can probably guess the result. Yes, he would come in, and yes, I was that someone. I’ve often wondered if that changed me somehow — if, by picking him up and bringing him into the hospital, I felt like I owned his fate. It was my responsibility. In any case, it’s safe to say he became special to me.

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Hymenology

Not the Goddess Hymen. But after fruitlessly wading through hundreds of naughty images this morning to find a picture of the Goddess Hymen, I decided Ceres was close enough.

This morning, I opened my New York Times Book Review (March 25, 2007) to find Alex Kuczynski’s review of Virgin: The Untouched History, by Hanne Blank. Reading it purely for its Continuing Medical Education merit, I was struck by the following:

Blank’s thorough scholarship is to be commended, even if I found my eyes glazing over during passages about the Protoevangelion, an apocryphal Gospel from the second century A.D. that describes the courtship of Joseph and Mary; the rise and fall of convents; and the difference between annular and fimbriated and crescentic hymens. While the author admits that, as pieces of tissue go, the hymen is “really awfully dull,” she nevertheless devotes an entire chapter to it.

Annular? Fimbriated? Crescentic? Clearly I have major holes in my education! A quick google led me to the discovery that there are, per Our Bodies, Ourselves, six different types of hymens. I also discovered that the procedure to rebuild a hymen, hymenoplasty, heretofore common only in those retro corners of the globe where men still care about such things, is on the rise in America:

For her 17th wedding anniversary, Jeanette Yarborough wanted to do something special for her husband. In addition to planning a hotel getaway for the weekend, Ms. Yarborough paid a surgeon $5,000 to reattach her hymen, making her appear to be a virgin again.

“It’s the ultimate gift for the man who has everything,” says Ms. Yarborough, 40 years old, a medical assistant from San Antonio.

This, too, is still one of the dark places on Earth.

As a surgeon, this gives me the creeps. You might assert that a hymenoplasty is no different than any other type of cosmetic operation, but I don’t think the argument holds up to inspection. Cosmetic surgery is all about correcting deformity or restoring beauty. Hymenoplasty reconstructs a bit of tissue for the sole purpose of destroying it all over again.

And then there’s Ms. Yarborough’s claim that this is the ultimate gift for the man who has everything. Has your man had everything, Ms. Yarborough? Have you given him that threesome he so fervently desires? Would cost a tad less than $5000, I imagine.

I think a guy who would allow his wife to undergo unnecessary surgery just for the once-in-a-lifetime (until the next hymenoplasty) opportunity of ripping through the surgical site, maybe that’s a guy who doesn’t deserve everything.

My hymen-google also led me to Wikiality, the Truthiness Encyclopedia — yes, Stephen Colbert has his own version of Wiki! This is from Stephen’s article on Virginality:

According to many Youth Ministers, what we’re trying to avoid having to actually having to talk about here is far more than just the act of “doing It.” While the liberal media wants to undermine virginality and corrupt America’s children by insisting that virginality concerns sex alone, the truth of the matter is quite different. Virginality affects your entire essense as a person; that’s why it’s so shameful to talk about It. Virginality is not available to godless liberals, gays, lesbians, terrorists, or people who have non-abstinent sex before they are married. Virginality is only for Christians, Republicans, and Amerisexuals.

And what does Stephen have to say on hymens?

I read somewhere that your hymen will grow back in one to two years if you don’t have any more non-abstinence “sex” and don’t do masturbation. LikeaVirginality can happen much more quickly for boys, who don’t have to worry about that pesky hymen in the first place.

There ya go, Ms. Yarborough. This from a doctor — Dr. Stephen T. Colbert, DFA, no less. If your husband wants a hymen-bearing wife so much, make him wait for it.

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My opinion? We waste way too much energy worrying about virginity and the loss of innocence, and put way too little energy teaching our kids about love, about what it takes to maintain a successful relationship.

But that would require teaching by example, which is beyond most people.

D.

, March 27, 2007. Category: Sex.
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