I’m starting to think that linking doctorhoffman.com to Balls and Walnuts wasn’t such a hot idea.
My boss has seen this blog, and the woman who has his ear reads me regularly and leaves comments. I met with the local hospital’s Chief of Staff this morning, and he recognized me thanks to that most recent pic I posted. (He didn’t like the pic, either. “You need a livelier background.”)
I didn’t mind when my patients began reading my blog; they gave me positive reviews, most of them, and in any case there’s a limit to how much grief one patient can dish out. Actually, now that I think about it, NONE of them ever gave me any grief. I did get one pan on the magnum opus video, though. One of the maintenance guys back at St. Mammon Community Hospital saw it and, well, let’s just say I suspect he thinks Walt Disney’s animated movies went too far. He’s still giving poor Leann and Catrina dirty looks.
I miss my anonymity. I miss not being able to let it all hang out in this blog. I haven’t lost the desire to blog — far from it. It’s just that I have the urge to . . . well, you know how in movies when a driver is trying to lose the car that’s following him, and he pulls a really dangerous 180 tying up all the traffic and maybe causing a few cars to crash but ultimately losing the person who’s following him? Yeah. That’s what I’m after.
I would need a new blog name, of course.
I’m thinking “Nads and Almonds.”
D.
I went from being anonymous to not.
It’s a difficult line, I think. A blog is kinda like a personal journal, but not. You’re telling an unknown group of people things. It’s an intimate monologue that anyone can tap.
Some people make the let-it-all-hang-out personal blog work for them. I don’t think it would work for me.
So what am I saying? Hell, I don’t know. I don’t know whether anonymous is better or not.
I understand. I am going to school online (at 50 I finally decided what I wanted to be when I grow up!) We have discussion threads and we can post “off topic” so we are able to “share” our work problems (OK we bitch!!) and problem solve. It is like a cathartic. It has helped me so much personally that I gave notice at my job Monday to cut down to one day a week at the local school clinic. I am sick and tired of being used (working usually 7 days a week in a 3 day a week job!). Sorry I have digressed…..
I really enjoy the anonymity. It allows me to be me without worrying about what others think or even caring!
OK you got three cents here instead of two 🙂
I have several blogs, most no one that I know online or in person knows about. Why? So that I can vent with impunity. I do my best to keep tamboblog ‘nice’ and tambowrites at least decent if a bit more relaxed, but some of the others I get downright nasty.
You’re a professional person in a career where reputation means a lot. Some folks can take your humor and content with a laugh and a shrug, some will get offended, that’s the price any blog pays. Only you can decide if it’s a risk you’re willing to take here.
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One must wonder how many people are coming here, thinking to themselves, “OMG! That’s my doctor!” And maybe not in a good way either. Are you in a blue or red county now?
Looks like you are in a blue county. So, they’ll probably like you.
And, if they don’t, you could always write eBooks on earconology. 😉
I want to know what the hell was wrong with the picture? It was one of your better ones (no beaver teeth)!
And NOW I have BEAVER TEETH. Great, just great. That’s right everyone, y’all pile on . . .
This kind of crossed my mind when you left, but… At the last conference I attended (yeah, I know, mind boggling) one of the recommendations was to Google all applicants. However, there are going to be those patients/partners/Medical Staff Coordinators who see Ballsandwalnuts and say, “Yeah, that’s MY kind of DOCTOR!” If it doesn’t work out, COME HOME! Unfortunately for us, it’ll work out just fine.
Hey, I *like* your blog. I wish I was this creative. I find it entertaining, and fun to read after a stressful day. As long as you don’t post anything that is going to cause me to need to defend you in court, I am a happy camper.
Ah, but you have to admit . . . makes it difficult to vent about work 🙂