What is this?

Grand-camino? EL AM? Camino-AM? This is a real vehicle we saw today, how did it become fused like this? Nuclear accident?

Reasons to live in a small town!

It just so happened that I was transplanted in Bemidji for the summer. I did not anticipate that I would enjoy my time in this small town, and not knowing a soul. But I have had a blast! A very good friend of mine was here for a couple of months but I have made other friends that very entertaining. What makes a small town fun? This a question I asked myself many times and I have put my ideas together a this is what I have come up with: everyone knows everyone except you, tourists are annoying to the locals evidently (hello, economy), people are very comfortable acting like themselves (could be good or bad), nearly everyone in married or toothless, or they are BSU students, the girls at the coffee shop know your name, the airport and the mall are 5 minutes from nearly everywhere, people from other little towns think I go to school in a big city, locals hang out at all the bars, when you get pulled over 4 cops show up (boredom), everyone stares, no one thinks its weird they live in such desolation, you see the same people driving to work everyday, everyone knows who the guy is who rides his bike backwards (not joking), movie hopping the theatre is not frowned upon...the list could go on and on. The smallness could drive me crazy, I vote for vacation property here...next destination please.

Tools!

What comes to mind when you mention tool? an implement of some sort used for building, hammer, screwdriver, torque wrench....the list goes on and on. I tend to stray from the normal on this definition. I tend to think of a person and not just any person...but someone who makes a complete ass of themselves whenever they open their mouths. I am sad for these people, if only they didn't speak.
It is a daily goal not to interact with these people...sometimes it doesn't work out. Like today.
The conversation started out mellow enough over a game of ping pong (he was working on his left handed playing--honestly), but ended on a "does it fucking matter?"
I think that I need to start stressing the point that if I have told you that I don't wish to speak to you and totally ignore you because you are a tool... I mean it. A moment of insanity overtook me... drawing me towards the ping pong table. Perhaps my subconcious was thinking that I would be able to beat me silly with the paddle or accidently lodge the ball in his eye socket--subconcious thinking of course...never happened.
The best part of this conversation when he left and I got to do the fuck you dance around the room (close your eyes and imagine, it's funny)

Does MD mean GOD?

Someday I will be a doctor of pharmacy, does that give me the right to be totally rude to other professionals and most importantly, students! I didn't think so...however, I must have missed that elective. It must be ok, or it is only taught in the med school. Do you think my pharmacy school tuition would pay for such an elective. I will have to ask the elective guy.

It is my assumption that if you don't agree with someone else's ideas or recommendations you would kindly state so and move on or argue your point. However, a provider at a institution I am familiar with flips out at everyone in such instances.

The questions come to mind, what does she do with her patients behind that closed door? Do chairs fly? Chasing around the room with sharp objects? What is that conversation like, oh to be a fly on the wall...I am very curious, but would not be shocked.

So for all you Docs out there, and I am sure there are a ton of you reading blogs in your spare time, before you flip out at rounds....think. Should I listen? Do they have a valid point? Are they a student? (Students don't like to be yelled at, we feel dumb enough)

Out of curiousity, are there other GOD complex professions? Why is this? Money, power, education, professional ego, ignorance, no social skills, no common sense, easy childhood...?

I would like to commend all the nice, professional peeps that I work with, keep trying to save the chronically ill, impoversh population that has been put before them. It will happen someday.

JLB