<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:01:06.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Something Baby Doc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4286467944126127749</id><published>2008-08-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:35:27.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Future</title><content type='html'>Because I'm single without children, I've never thought strongly about my financial future. I sat down today with 2 gentlemen from Northwestern Mutual to discuss future retirement and investment options. When asked about my prospective retirement age and how much $$$$ I would like to retire with; I hesitated to give a realistic answer. There are so many variables that factor into that equation. I found myself overwhelmed. Will I be married, Will I have children, Will I be healthy.  I'm in my late 30's and I've avoided serious financial planning to this point in my life. But now is the time to stop living like a rockstar and consider the realistic possibility that I may live past 50:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4286467944126127749?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4286467944126127749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4286467944126127749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4286467944126127749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4286467944126127749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/08/financial-future.html' title='Financial Future'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3211947596476083070</id><published>2008-07-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:41:49.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEOWWWWWWWW!</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about buying a cat!!! Should I get an outdoor cat or an indoor cat??? I figure the maintenance will be less than a dog????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3211947596476083070?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3211947596476083070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3211947596476083070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3211947596476083070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3211947596476083070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/meowwwwwwww.html' title='MEOWWWWWWWW!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-6614578090512860153</id><published>2008-05-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:04:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Performance</title><content type='html'>I received an A in my Guitar 101 class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about 8 people in my class. We all took turns performing. As luck would have it I was the last one to go. The teacher announced before the performance that we did not have to sing...but we could sing for extra credit. None of my classmates sang. But I decided to give it a try. I knew the chords for my song so well,I didn't think singing would be difficult. I performed 2 verses from Eric Claptons Old Love (Unplugged). I probably sounded like a cat being choked to death. But at least it was entertaining....lol. A few of my classmates came up to me after my performance and told me they were impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were probably lying;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-6614578090512860153?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6614578090512860153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=6614578090512860153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6614578090512860153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6614578090512860153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-performance.html' title='My First Performance'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-44249004211295274</id><published>2008-04-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:35:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Alarm</title><content type='html'>I had a difficult minimally invasive hysterectomy scheduled for Friday morning. I need a new alarm clock because my current alarm won't go off again after I depress the snooze button. The latter has caused me to extremely over-sleep in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed Thursday night. My alarm went off Fri at 5am. I hit the snooze praying I wouldn't oversleep and be late to the surgical case I was scheduled to perform. As luck has it, my alarm did not go off again. I was in danger of oversleeping again and getting a page from the OR informing me my patient was under anesthesia and they were waiting on me to arrive! (with me still in bed). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at 5:30am I was harshly awakened by my bed shaking. Initially I thought I was having a seizure. But I soon realized all the furniture in the room was shaking. I quickly turned on the TV and tuned into a news station to discover the entire Midwest region had been effected by a 5.4 earthquake. I subsequently jumped in the shower and made it to my surgery on time. I'm off to Best Buy today to purachse a new alarm clock today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-44249004211295274?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/44249004211295274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=44249004211295274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/44249004211295274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/44249004211295274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-alarm.html' title='God&apos;s Alarm'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3912439574507336486</id><published>2008-04-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:28:58.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play a Game</title><content type='html'>What's more pathetic 1) The fact that I'm in a club frequented by young 20-somethings 2) The fact the the  bathroom attendant in this club instantly remembers me from SEVERAL years ago when I used to frequent the club, or 3) the fact that the said bathroom attendant is still working there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3912439574507336486?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3912439574507336486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3912439574507336486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3912439574507336486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3912439574507336486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-play-game.html' title='Let&apos;s Play a Game'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4874084691417638970</id><published>2008-04-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:50:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is the Time to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/SAYfXfpa4rI/AAAAAAAAACU/a3sAvA9b_I0/s1600-h/Tortilla+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189870109083755186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/SAYfXfpa4rI/AAAAAAAAACU/a3sAvA9b_I0/s400/Tortilla+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove it maybe once or twice last years after a 2 year restoration/extortion:-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see no reason to keep it any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; this spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep trying to convince myself not to sell it. But I must. My credit cards debt must be eliminated;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4874084691417638970?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4874084691417638970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4874084691417638970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4874084691417638970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4874084691417638970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-is-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Now is the Time to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/SAYfXfpa4rI/AAAAAAAAACU/a3sAvA9b_I0/s72-c/Tortilla+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-2350638205983451610</id><published>2008-04-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:12:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Quote</title><content type='html'>I actually took something positive away from the movie "Turistas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have ever seen this movie, it's about several unfortunate young tourist backpacking thru the Brazilian jungle and falling prey to an illegal organ procurement ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you an opportunity:&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you can do is the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing you can do is the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you can do is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lose my motivation , I keep repeating this to myself:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-2350638205983451610?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2350638205983451610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=2350638205983451610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2350638205983451610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2350638205983451610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-quote.html' title='Good Quote'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-117390840959200336</id><published>2008-03-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:11:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>I mean the house of God and also the rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church for the first time in a long time yesterday to celebrate Palm Sunday (on Saturday) and recieve my palms. I figured the few times I go to church this year should be near Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I had to pull a 24 hour shift this Sunday. I'm on call as I type at 3am in the morning. But I been practicing my guitar all day. Neglecting a stack of paper work on my desk (Yeah!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get the hang of playing "Under the Milkyway" by Church. The latter is one of my favorite college songs. It sounds alot better in unplugged though (but not in my hands).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117390840959200336?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/117390840959200336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=117390840959200336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117390840959200336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117390840959200336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4102739688417949594</id><published>2008-03-10T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:10:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>I recieved a 99% on my guitar exam. I guessed on quite a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entitled this post regrets because I'm starting to seriously regret not picking up the guitar at a earlier age (like from birth). But I guess you're never too old to learn. But I look at the acoustic skill of guitarist much younger than me and I'm amazed !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy playing and learning to play. I am now addicted to You Tube watching others do renditions of my favorite songs. It's great!!! I'm also amazed at the vast talent out there that will probably never be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I picked for my class is Eric Clapton's "Old Love" the unplugged version. It's going very well so far. I have all the chords memorized. Singing while I'm playing is going to be a bitch though:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4102739688417949594?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4102739688417949594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4102739688417949594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4102739688417949594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4102739688417949594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-554373814233251074</id><published>2008-03-08T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T06:31:45.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>My guitar midterm is today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-554373814233251074?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/554373814233251074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=554373814233251074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/554373814233251074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/554373814233251074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1062054883975157282</id><published>2008-03-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:47:58.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favor for a Favor</title><content type='html'>As a physician I always try to perform medical favors for friends and co-workers. I sometimes instruct my nurse to work individuals into my already crowded office schedule. I write prescriptions for friends and make referrals to other specialist etc..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a medical favor and I can't seem to get one.  I need to see a dermatologist. Most of the appointments are scheduled 1 month away. I called a large dermatology office today and the receptionist was incredibly rude to me. During our conversation, I informed her I was a physician at the University and her attitude suddenly changed. She was then very polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to be on the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1062054883975157282?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1062054883975157282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1062054883975157282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1062054883975157282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1062054883975157282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/favor-for-favor.html' title='A Favor for a Favor'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-6560879144125291512</id><published>2008-03-04T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:52:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repopulating the Planet</title><content type='html'>I just completed a 24 hour shift this AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tallied my billing sheets, I realized that I had taken part in  a combination of 20 deliveries and C-sections in a 24 hour period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my new record:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-6560879144125291512?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6560879144125291512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=6560879144125291512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6560879144125291512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6560879144125291512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/repopulating-planet.html' title='Repopulating the Planet'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-5715194597734125298</id><published>2008-03-03T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:25:20.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear!</title><content type='html'>One of my major goals in my life and my career is to control my fear. I've attempted to train myself to approach my fears and an in a logical manner in order to better deals with them. I've eliminated fear in some aspects of my life, like performing difficult surgeries. Although there are other situations where I feel my fears will never be controlled such as public speaking (I think the latter is my most irrational).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is a major part of my job. Currently I find myself making a decision that will effect the survival of a living fetus that has not yet reached viability (the ability to live outside the uterus on it's own) . Again I find myself having difficulty controlling my fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-5715194597734125298?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5715194597734125298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=5715194597734125298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5715194597734125298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5715194597734125298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear.html' title='Fear!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1583189146056334242</id><published>2008-02-20T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:03:55.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!!!</title><content type='html'>I have the hugest writer's block and I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may be because I find blogging sometimes exhausting because I scrutinize my spelling and grammar out of fear of embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it all!!!!!!l.....I'll plan on writing more and the hell with the grammar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1583189146056334242?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1583189146056334242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1583189146056334242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1583189146056334242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1583189146056334242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title='Damn!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1775705880936238734</id><published>2008-01-30T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:51:54.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Teacher Mode" -OFF</title><content type='html'>I scrubbed a surgery today with one of my colleagues. There were no residents (physicians in training)  involved in the surgery. Because I work in a teaching hospital, I'm very accustom to instructing learners. It's very difficult to change that mindset. I spent the entire case telling my colleague what to do next during the procedure. I think I was iritating the hell out of her;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1775705880936238734?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1775705880936238734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1775705880936238734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1775705880936238734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1775705880936238734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/teacher-mode-off.html' title='&quot;Teacher Mode&quot; -OFF'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3824377032428601155</id><published>2008-01-14T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:43:02.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Class</title><content type='html'>I had my first day of guitar 101 at the university last Saturday. My Instructor is great, she's really excited and you can tell she has a love for teaching. We have a very small yet diverse class....and I'm happy to say that I'm not the oldest student. Everyone is on about the same skill level (ie. never played a guitar before;-)  It's strange starting this class with out any musical background, but I'm gonna try my best. Our final exam will be for each of us to play a full song and sing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better start practicing every day!!! Voice lessons may help too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3824377032428601155?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3824377032428601155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3824377032428601155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3824377032428601155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3824377032428601155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/guitar-class.html' title='Guitar Class'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4569794922357181964</id><published>2008-01-11T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:33:44.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Suck!!!!!</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends who has been confined to home for almost 3 months after a stem cell transplant and looking for entertainment, complained to me while I was home in DC over the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- What's the purpose of having a blog if you never make a blog entry?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will attempt to blog on a regular basis from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4569794922357181964?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4569794922357181964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4569794922357181964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4569794922357181964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4569794922357181964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-suck.html' title='I Really Suck!!!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7124529001441250084</id><published>2007-12-06T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:05:00.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted for a very very short moment</title><content type='html'>Anyone who reads my blog knows I'm a transplant to the Mid West from The East Coast now going over 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was skimming through a throw away journal today and saw a job offer for an academic position in DC that was perfect for me. I had a rush of excitement with the thought of moving back to my old stomping grounds near family, old friends and great food. I decided to scan the current DC housing market. Unfortunately this was the first house that popped up on my online search that was anywhere close to being comparable the my current house in the Mid West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R1juVStRx2I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExAkKzHO_Go/s1600-h/DC+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141121024209831778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R1juVStRx2I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExAkKzHO_Go/s400/DC+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$7,900,000&lt;br /&gt;N.W.Washington, 20007&lt;br /&gt;Townhouse/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Townhome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Bedrooms&lt;br /&gt;4 Full Bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;3 Half Bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;5680 Square Feet (approx.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 1.5 million down on a 30 yr fixed, I can own this little baby for a very modest payment of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$39,036 a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F--K THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Midwest is not such a bad place to live after all;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7124529001441250084?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7124529001441250084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7124529001441250084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7124529001441250084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7124529001441250084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/12/tempted-for-very-very-short-moment.html' title='Tempted for a very very short moment'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R1juVStRx2I/AAAAAAAAACM/ExAkKzHO_Go/s72-c/DC+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4795389197540852450</id><published>2007-12-01T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:23:54.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Bite The Bullet (no pun intended)</title><content type='html'>I've been putting off getting my wisdom teeth extracted for the last 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made various excuses to avoid going thru with the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth have been killing me for the last several days and I'm left with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Holidays, it will be time to pay a visit to the oral surgeon:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mandibular (bottom) ones are impacted, so I'm sure it will be a thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4795389197540852450?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4795389197540852450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4795389197540852450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4795389197540852450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4795389197540852450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-to-bite-bullet-no-pun-intended.html' title='Time To Bite The Bullet (no pun intended)'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-8696861535832849334</id><published>2007-11-29T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:12:37.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Mommy!! I learned a new word today!</title><content type='html'>This was explained to me in detail by one of my patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she was sexually active. She replies "Just with Bob". I figured that "Bob" was the name of her boyfriend or husband. But in actuality it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Battery&lt;br /&gt;O - Operated&lt;br /&gt;B- Boyfriend/Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My female medical student helped me to clarify this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhhhhhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-8696861535832849334?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8696861535832849334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=8696861535832849334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8696861535832849334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8696861535832849334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/mommy-mommy-i-learned-new-word-today.html' title='Mommy Mommy!! I learned a new word today!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-2287464230991159740</id><published>2007-11-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:27:23.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Now Free To Move About The World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R0mF4cEmRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3LXP-f_D_As/s1600-h/Passport+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136784054647407938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R0mF4cEmRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3LXP-f_D_As/s400/Passport+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've attained the world record for passport &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquisition&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear horror stories of individuals waiting for 8 weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the mail or waiting in crowed lines more than 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in and out of the post office in less than 3 minutes and received my passport in less than a week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the mail:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Bad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-2287464230991159740?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2287464230991159740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=2287464230991159740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2287464230991159740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2287464230991159740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-now-free-to-move-about-world.html' title='I Am Now Free To Move About The World.'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/R0mF4cEmRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/3LXP-f_D_As/s72-c/Passport+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1856704959446145724</id><published>2007-11-22T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:09:46.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!!</title><content type='html'>I usually plan on delivering meals to the needy today but I'm fighting off a cold. I'm gonna stay in bed today and get some rest, then I'll make a strong attempt to go on at least one run to deliver meals this afternoon. I guess I'll just bundle up and try not to sneeze on the food ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; one of two dinner invites this year, I think I'll stay home and get some work done. I feel guilty, that I purchased a fried turkey from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; store yesterday (It was pre-ordered by a customer who never picked it up). But don't worry, I'm not going to consume the entire turkey myself. I'll just nibble and give the rest to the hospital staff. They'll clean it to the bone:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1856704959446145724?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1856704959446145724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1856704959446145724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1856704959446145724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1856704959446145724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-2624822268850849293</id><published>2007-11-19T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:57:12.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Royally Screwed!!!! Kind of?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Current Demographics:&lt;/strong&gt; 37 years old; Single: No Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Excellent Retrospective study:&lt;/strong&gt; A man's chances of reaching 100 years of age rose along with the number of children he had produced by age 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to childless men of the same age, a 30-year-old man in 1917 who had one to three children had a 61 percent increased chance of living past a century, the data showed. However, a man's chances for extreme longevity almost tripled if he had fathered four or more children by age 30, the study found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fortunately for me&lt;/strong&gt; : Other characteristics -- including marital and immigration status at 30 -- had little or no impact on longevity.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, taller men were only marginally more likely to live to 100 than their shorter peers, the team found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-2624822268850849293?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2624822268850849293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=2624822268850849293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2624822268850849293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2624822268850849293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-royally-screwed-kind-of.html' title='I am Royally Screwed!!!! Kind of?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3197213747538809176</id><published>2007-11-05T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:24:30.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>I guess life is a temporal journey to become a better person. Therefore, I see myself far away from my destination :-)  I've always tried to suppress my ego in the practice of academic medicine. I try to approach the care of patients in a team like fashion where everyone contributes and everyone learns from the same mistake (whether you committed that mistake or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what disturbs me most is physicians with huge Egos. Individuals who have a propensity to trash their colleagues in front of their peers or other patients in order to boost there own egos and project themselves as a "saviour".  These individuals scare me the most because their primary concern in the practice of medicine is not the patient, but themselves. I see them as more likely to cause harm than healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...on with the journey........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3197213747538809176?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3197213747538809176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3197213747538809176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3197213747538809176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3197213747538809176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3852763555709641783</id><published>2007-10-31T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:50:23.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save It For The Track</title><content type='html'>After a considerable amount of urging by one of my buddies, I went to the racing park with him for the last open track of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comers&lt;/span&gt; can line up on the drag strip and burn some rubber in the quarter mile.  I've been to the track a few times before and I'm always impressed by the variety of cars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; from souped up compacts to rare exotic sports cars.  And everyone from eager teens to middle-aged businessmen just wanting to blow off some steam after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I just paid to be a spectator, I have to say this is a much safer way to satisfy my street urges. It's a nice controlled environment and a mile of open track without all those pesky obstacles like traffic and/or pedestrians. The only thing you can hit is the guy racing next to you (and maybe the guard wall). My buddy raced several times in his souped up Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cherokee&lt;/span&gt; (He's an incredible driver). Some of his times were better than several sports cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll put my mustang on the track next season. The performance of my mustang is formidable with well over 400 hp but in the end...It's the skill of the driver that matter most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3852763555709641783?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3852763555709641783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3852763555709641783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3852763555709641783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3852763555709641783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/save-it-for-track.html' title='Save It For The Track'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-364460822731800904</id><published>2007-10-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:02:23.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Punk</title><content type='html'>I couldn't hold out any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting too frigid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn on my heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-364460822731800904?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/364460822731800904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=364460822731800904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/364460822731800904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/364460822731800904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-punk.html' title='I&apos;m a Punk'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-334583934317489107</id><published>2007-10-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:13:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Genres</title><content type='html'>As a middle school aged black male growing up in the heart of Washington, DC, my listening preferences consisted of mainly R&amp;amp;B/ Soul music ...The O-jays, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; and the Gang, Cameo and Earth Wind and Fire. I considered Rock as a genre only appreciated by white people. Folk and Country was definitely for losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During junior high and high school I was witness to the birth of Hip Hop and Rap. I was in love! Run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DMC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt; Mo Dee, LL Cool J and Tribe Called Quest to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college and graduate school I still held true to my roots but there was something about Rock and Heavy Metal that I found appealing. Research in my rising interest lead me to Classic Rock...Led &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zepplin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt; Hendrix, The Stones. I was also hitting the club scene where House and Techno was gaining popularity. I loved the intensity and rapid beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in my Mid-Thirties, I'm just plain confused. But ever since I picked up the acoustic guitar, I'm finding Coffee House Rock and Alernative Rock very appealing..Jose Gonzalez, Grant Lee Phillips and Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dennen&lt;/span&gt;....I'm even enjoying some Country and Folk. I guess I'm a loser after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-334583934317489107?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/334583934317489107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=334583934317489107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/334583934317489107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/334583934317489107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/changing-genere.html' title='Changing Genres'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7655569543105552400</id><published>2007-10-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:39:18.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for the Brass Ring?</title><content type='html'>I was told by my colleague and mentor the other day (during my annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eval&lt;/span&gt;) that I'm underachieving in the process towards promotion to full professorship. Another &lt;strong&gt;Hurdle&lt;/strong&gt; presents itself! Since I graduated from high school, my life has been a series of hurdles as I pursued my career. I have spent all of my 20's and half of my 30's struggling to achieve career goals (one after the other) and sacrificing personal enrichment in the process. When I became a assistant professor and board certified physician, I had hoped I could moderately slow my pace down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching residents and medical students. I also very much enjoy providing obstetrical care to a diverse patient population. I felt like I had finally reached a point in my life where I could find personal satisfaction with the &lt;strong&gt;here and now&lt;/strong&gt;. But I guess satisfaction with with the latter isn't enough. The hurdles never end and when you achieve a specific goal, several other associated goals presents themselves.  I'm discovering the sad truth ...."There is a fine line between personal satisfaction and professional stagnation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race will never end........?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7655569543105552400?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7655569543105552400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7655569543105552400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7655569543105552400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7655569543105552400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/reaching-for-brass-ring.html' title='Reaching for the Brass Ring?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7506825861574016233</id><published>2007-10-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:27:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Doin the Right Thing aint Doin the Right Thing.</title><content type='html'>It was a very busy nite on call this Friday. One of those "all hell breaking loose" kind of nites, the kind that I laugh at when I see them glamorized on TV medical dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had done several C-sections back to back and had just rushed a patient  pregnant with twins to the OR who was about to delivery rapidly. Both babies delivered vaginally without any problems. Just as the second twin delivered, the emergency room call the resident to notify us that they were rushing a patient up to our unit who was about to deliver. The charge nurse was very irritated and angry that the ER hadn't notify her initially. I could tell the stressful night was eating away at her. We intercepted the patient at the elevator and moved her into the triage area. The patient only spoke french and was unaware that she was pregnant at all. The resident quickly scanned the patient with the ultrasound and discovered the patient to be 36 weeks (8 months pregnant) and in a &lt;strong&gt;breech&lt;/strong&gt; (butt first) presentation. Thru a translator, the patient indicated that she had previously had 9 vaginal deliveries. On vaginal examination her cervix was already dilated significantly. Given her history of several vaginal deliveries, I knew should was at risk of delivering quickly and infants delivered is the breech position have a higher risk of death and long term disabilities. I immediately instructed the residents to take the patient directly to the OR in order to setup for a C-section. We started heading towards he OR and the charge nurse quickly caught up with us. She was highly frustrated and I could hear it in her voice. She exclaimed that all he OR's were dirty form the previous C-sections. She became more upset stating we just can't move patients back to the OR without notifying her. I tried to explain to her my reasoning for rushing the patient back, ask her for her suggestions and I tried to offer other alternatives in order to expedite the patients surgery. But mostly I felt bad about my decision not to notify the charge nurse of our intentions. I honestly just didn't think about calling because I know we would contact all key individuals once we reached the OR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the patient to OR holding while we waited for the OR to be cleaned. The patient eventually underwent a C-section without complications. Mom and baby did fine:-) I guess I just have to think more prior to making decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7506825861574016233?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7506825861574016233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7506825861574016233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7506825861574016233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7506825861574016233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-doin-right-thing-aint-doin.html' title='Sometimes Doin the Right Thing aint Doin the Right Thing.'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1510454887924764950</id><published>2007-10-21T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:28:09.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effects of Alcohol</title><content type='html'>The following was actually part of an unsolicited response in a bar on Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moderately inebriated female in bar - &lt;strong&gt;"I naired my pussy today!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to stop telling people what I do for a living??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1510454887924764950?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1510454887924764950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1510454887924764950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1510454887924764950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1510454887924764950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/effects-of-alcohol.html' title='The Effects of Alcohol'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3012586064625849055</id><published>2007-10-19T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:31:45.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre- Call Blues</title><content type='html'>It's Friday and I'm on call tonight at the county hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started working at my group, I was ritualistically grumpy just before I went on call and now recently, I think I can describe my pre-call mood as one of mild depression. Taking call on Friday makes it all the more depressing as other individuals are looking forward to fun and frolic at the weeks end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have my guitar....now, if only I could play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps .......The first 3 tunes that I have strummed with fair decency were 1) Jingle Bells 2) Row, Row your Boat 3) and (believe it or not) The Wedding March&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3012586064625849055?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3012586064625849055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3012586064625849055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3012586064625849055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3012586064625849055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/pre-call-blues.html' title='Pre- Call Blues'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1759537545802095934</id><published>2007-10-18T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:23:29.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Coverage</title><content type='html'>I purchased a cheap piece of shit guitar to keep in my office. I tend to have a lot of downtime when I'm on call and though it would be easier to practice if I kept one at the hospital as opposed to lugging my pricier guitar from home to work.  If I don't improve (with my playing) soon though,  I'll likely get my office moved to the basement:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1759537545802095934?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1759537545802095934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1759537545802095934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1759537545802095934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1759537545802095934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/full-coverage.html' title='Full Coverage'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-8028597294032336707</id><published>2007-10-17T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:08:28.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Use Of Limited Healthcare Resources</title><content type='html'>A patient walk into the Emergency Room the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;other day&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chief&lt;/span&gt; complaint of.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Increased sexual appetite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I shit you not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-8028597294032336707?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8028597294032336707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=8028597294032336707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8028597294032336707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8028597294032336707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-use-of-limited-healthcare.html' title='Great Use Of Limited Healthcare Resources'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3327331670572093895</id><published>2007-10-14T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T07:13:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumb Suprised</title><content type='html'>I was forced to call a plumber on Friday due to a major leak from my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;master bath&lt;/span&gt; to my 1s floor hallway. Water was puring through the light fixture. (I was thankful I had renewed my home warranty.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; he had to cut a huge chunk of drywall out of my ceiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; to repair the leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the course of small talk, the plumber discovered I was a physician specializing in obstetrics and gynecology. From that point, he asked me a series of strange medical questions while he performed his repairs. At one point he even asked me to look at the lump on his back. But his questions culminated with he following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumber - Can I ask you a question? Well actually it's very embarrassing and I'm ashamed to ask it, but I'm gonna ask you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - what's your question dude??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumber - What's he fastest way to get a chick off sexually??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3327331670572093895?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3327331670572093895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3327331670572093895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3327331670572093895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3327331670572093895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/plumb-suprised.html' title='Plumb Suprised'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-6158403076961632487</id><published>2007-10-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T09:34:19.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High as a Kite</title><content type='html'>How do you rationalize with a patient that walks into your doctor's office high on Cocaine, Heroine, Speed or some other obnoxious substance????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-6158403076961632487?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6158403076961632487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=6158403076961632487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6158403076961632487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6158403076961632487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/high-as-kite.html' title='High as a Kite'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7237139163437893341</id><published>2007-09-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:03:03.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RvGpzTm38uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GRgFX-tB-FA/s1600-h/beach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112053750943970018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RvGpzTm38uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GRgFX-tB-FA/s400/beach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Summer is nearly over before it began, and I'm slightly depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I truly miss about my childhood, is summer vacation trips with my family. The Beach, Amusement Parks, National Parks and most importantly road trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vacation trip (to me) represents an undeniable indication that summer is here and in full swing. As a working adult, I don't find the time for vacations often and Summer had a tendency to pass by unnoticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm headind back to DC at the end of the month to visit my family, but, I'm gonna make a detour toward the beach and hang out for two or three days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer may be coming to an end, but I still can enjoy some childhood nostalgia...not to mention crab cakes and all you can eat (fresh) seafood buffets. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7237139163437893341?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7237139163437893341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7237139163437893341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7237139163437893341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7237139163437893341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RvGpzTm38uI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GRgFX-tB-FA/s72-c/beach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-295248856749255270</id><published>2007-09-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:40:07.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Pickin Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rufri7_vy8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/20Kdmnk2A-s/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109311287728262082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rufri7_vy8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/20Kdmnk2A-s/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been very slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;. I'm frustrated with trying to learn to play on my on. I'm going to sign up for lessons at a local music store...I think that will force me to practice more too. I keep hearing from various sources that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; about a year to become proficient with regular practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to Ben Harper and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; quite abit lately. I love their sound...It's been described as "acoustic soul" Maybe I missed my true calling?? Maybe Not;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-295248856749255270?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/295248856749255270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=295248856749255270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/295248856749255270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/295248856749255270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/keep-pickin-away.html' title='Keep Pickin Away'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rufri7_vy8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/20Kdmnk2A-s/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-2649592804316596965</id><published>2007-08-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:14:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Jimi Hendrix?</title><content type='html'>I purchased an Acoustics Guitar yesterday. I had been pricing them for a few days. I've been getting very restless lately and I really want a new challenge. I've always liked the sound of an acoustics guitar compared to it's electric brother. My goal is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; 3o min a day, 5 days a week. I'll take formal lessons occasionally and because I don't know how to read music, I'll have to play be ear. Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-2649592804316596965?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2649592804316596965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=2649592804316596965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2649592804316596965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/2649592804316596965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/next-jimi-hendrix.html' title='The Next Jimi Hendrix?'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1983953460082822695</id><published>2007-08-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:22:21.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Icons Imitates Life</title><content type='html'>I sometimes liken the things we collect in life to icons on your computer's windows desktop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accumulate &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; of them but only use less than 10% of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is frequent purging a good thing??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1983953460082822695?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1983953460082822695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1983953460082822695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1983953460082822695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1983953460082822695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/computer-icons-imitates-life.html' title='Computer Icons Imitates Life'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-8169100130402336520</id><published>2007-08-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:24:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Live Longer in The Cities???</title><content type='html'>There is a recent study that suggested New Yorkers are living longer than their suburban counterparts......on average 6.2 years longer. One reason may be increased physical activity in city dwellers. Many don't own cars or their cars remain parked for months at a time. Walking everywhere....to the grocery store, movies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;.  Some experts theorize that it's that kind of persistent moderate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; that is much healthier than the 30min to 1 hour vigorous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; at your local gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the city limits, but my neighborhood and home are essentially suburban. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Midwest&lt;/span&gt; city maybe be large but has horrible public &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;transportation&lt;/span&gt;. I drive everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily , as an obstetrician my job can be physically demanding at times running up and down stairs, rushing to the delivery room on the labor suite, pulling and pushing (don't ask). I also try very hard to make it to the "Y" on a daily basis (But is it enough?)  I remember when I worked for the federal government in DC before I went to medical school. I sat at a desk all day...consumed 3 meals a day including snacks and got fat. I'm in decent shape, but I feel like I could be in better shape, maybe moving into the the downtown sector of the city is not a bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-8169100130402336520?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8169100130402336520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=8169100130402336520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8169100130402336520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8169100130402336520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-live-longer-in-cities.html' title='People Live Longer in The Cities???'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-8502462797664474268</id><published>2007-08-06T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:20:17.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Touches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RrcsglFiIJI/AAAAAAAAABs/7D5ecDtnH1Q/s1600-h/ASHFORD_anmt_03_IR2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095590441615761554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RrcsglFiIJI/AAAAAAAAABs/7D5ecDtnH1Q/s400/ASHFORD_anmt_03_IR2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally broke down and purchased a pool table yesterday for my living room. I debated for quite a while (1 year to be exact) ,whether I should furnish my living room with a couch, sofa and end tables in order to create another sitting room in my house. I already have a furnished family room and didn't see the purpose spending thousands of dollars to furnish and room that would remain dormant 99.9% of the time. I like to play pool as well as my friends therefore it seems more practical. I decided against installing "over table" hanging lights and I'll just purchase standing room lights (If I decided to sell the house,  hanging lights would likely to be a negative factor that the potential buyer would have to spend money to correct) . I also have to remember to have guest break AWAY from the picture window:-). The room is small , therefore I purchased a 7' table as opposed to a standard 8' (It's difficult to tell the difference in size). They also threw in 48" cues in addition to the 57" standard cues in order to save my walls...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided on black felt...I'm sure I'll regret that decision..but I like the way black looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-8502462797664474268?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8502462797664474268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=8502462797664474268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8502462797664474268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8502462797664474268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/08/finishing-touches.html' title='Finishing Touches'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RrcsglFiIJI/AAAAAAAAABs/7D5ecDtnH1Q/s72-c/ASHFORD_anmt_03_IR2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1644197996900191030</id><published>2007-07-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T06:49:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama '08</title><content type='html'>I went to a fundraiser reception yesterday for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;. I had a brief chance to shake hands with him. I've been regretting the comment I made to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to him that I was a local physician and praised him for his ideas and insight into health care reform, stating that I hope his plans for a reformed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; system will "make my job easier" After reflecting on it now, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it may have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interpreted&lt;/span&gt; as a selfish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt;. Of course that's not the way I wanted it to come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that ruins my chances of being appointed to the position of  Surgeon General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I can still "practice my love with women" (thanks president Bush)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1644197996900191030?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1644197996900191030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1644197996900191030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1644197996900191030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1644197996900191030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/obama-08.html' title='Obama &apos;08'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-701643450210473037</id><published>2007-07-19T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:48:51.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take the Newborn</title><content type='html'>I had dinner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; with a friend of mine E. I've known her for almost 8 years and we graduated from residency together. She also works here in town as a physician and is a single mother of 2 very young children 3 yrs and 6months. I don't know how she keeps it all together. We had made our dinner plans last week and she mentioned she would get a sitter. I told her that was silly and to bring the kids along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single man, sometimes I forget about the unique circumstances surrounding single parents of very young children. I arrived at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; 5 minutes before E.  I saw her SUV pull up and she got and started struggling with the car seats. I went out to give her a hand. The 6 month old weighed a ton. I had to strain to lift baby and car seat.  The hostess lead us to a booth to be seated. I was trying to figure out what to do with the car seat (with baby in it). Do we need a booster chair??? E told me "just slide the car seat into the booth". The hostess repeated the same simple instructions....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. The car seat slid into the booth with ease. I sat next to the 6 month old. E sat next to her 3 yo daughter, I quickly realized that I chose the best seating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt;. The 3 yo was a handful.  The 6 month old just smiled giggled and kicked his feet as I played with him. Both children are the cutest.  All in all we had a great dinner and I definitely know I need a little more practice before I start having babies of my own:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-701643450210473037?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/701643450210473037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=701643450210473037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/701643450210473037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/701643450210473037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-take-newborn.html' title='I&apos;ll Take the Newborn'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-739447993355223698</id><published>2007-07-19T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T05:48:36.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First and unlikely to be the Last</title><content type='html'>I had my very first deposition yesterday. I have to say, I was nervous as hell. My lawyer did a very good job preparing me and she also had me come early to the deposition to give me time to relax. I still wanted to vomit under the table when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plaintiff's&lt;/span&gt; lawyer walked in.  The unknown is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; thing. When he asked me the first question, I started rambling (something my lawyer told me NOT to do) Yes and No only!!!! I was rambling so bad, she had to kick me. I eventually calmed down. The outcome appears to be very positive for me at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired today, I was on call last night. Spent nearly the entire night trying to sew a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;patients&lt;/span&gt; uterus back together that had been blown apart during a difficult C-section. Hope to get some rest later today:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-739447993355223698?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/739447993355223698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=739447993355223698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/739447993355223698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/739447993355223698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-and-unlikely-to-be-last.html' title='The First and unlikely to be the Last'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-5755520914983318227</id><published>2007-07-13T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:12:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store Stalker pt II</title><content type='html'>You guys remember the &lt;a href="http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/08/grocery-store-stalker.html"&gt;Grocery Store Stalker&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed up as one of my patients last week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-5755520914983318227?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5755520914983318227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=5755520914983318227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5755520914983318227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5755520914983318227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/grocery-store-stalker-pt-ii.html' title='Grocery Store Stalker pt II'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-5973660886665235188</id><published>2007-07-07T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:01:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool Is Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RpAaeB-wpNI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q5swCDouCQA/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084593082531357906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RpAaeB-wpNI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q5swCDouCQA/s400/Mom+and+Dad+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool is back in action and I'm back to blogging...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.... Well at least my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and brother-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; had a chance to enjoy it when my family was in town:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-5973660886665235188?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5973660886665235188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=5973660886665235188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5973660886665235188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5973660886665235188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/07/pool-is-back-in-action-and-im-back-to.html' title='The Pool Is Back'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RpAaeB-wpNI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q5swCDouCQA/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3546317603796915401</id><published>2007-06-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:09:10.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FUCKED UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rmb29UxapjI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfdHtKLwWsA/s1600-h/pool+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073013563687872050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rmb29UxapjI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfdHtKLwWsA/s400/pool+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my pool was opened last month, it was sparkling and crystal clear. I got lazy and stopped checking the chemical levels and pH. My chlorine level went to 0 yes ...ZERO!!. Now my pool water is murky and just plain nasty looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture reminds me of happier times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3546317603796915401?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3546317603796915401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3546317603796915401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3546317603796915401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3546317603796915401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-fucked-up.html' title='I FUCKED UP'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rmb29UxapjI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfdHtKLwWsA/s72-c/pool+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4462144971824139285</id><published>2007-06-04T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:13:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sopranos</title><content type='html'>Any who knows me really well is aware that I'm a huge fan of the HBO series "The Sopranos". I only recently started watching the show 3 or 4 years ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Initially&lt;/span&gt; I had no strong interest in the series because I felt it moved to slow and the action (or a better word would be "carnage endured by the main characters") per episode was limited or even non-existent on some Sunday nights. But thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Comcast's&lt;/span&gt; On Demand, I was able to catch up on all the past episodes in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; and chronological fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to care about the characters and their fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in most dramatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; series. But the Sopranos, with it's strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mafia&lt;/span&gt; undertone, drew me in. This show has elements of fear, danger and excitement not contained in other serial programming. There's also an aspect of realism that keeps me coming back each week for more. Tony Soprano is a believable anti-hero. He's a strong, confident and courageous leader with a laundry list of human flaws that have been magnified several time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; his sociopathic character. Tony is extraordinarily violent, overcome with bouts of rage, capable of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heinous&lt;/span&gt; acts of murder, fornicates/commits adultery at every possible opportunity and yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the help of his leggy psychiatrist, the audience discovers his strongly compassionate side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sad to see this series end. Tony's now on the run from his arch enemy Phil. Held up in a safe house lying on a bare mattress clutching an automatic weapon. Several of his "Glorified Jersey Crew" have already been "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt;" and Tony's not sure who he can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been several predictions of how the series will end. Some believe Tony will finally succumb to a violent end and be sucessfully "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt;" himself. Other's believe he will become an informant for the FBI in order to protect himself from Phil and the "NY Crew" . I believe personally Tony will rise to the top, take out Phil and gain control of both the NJ and NY families. Tony is a ruthless character, this is exemplified his by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;demographics&lt;/span&gt; of his murder victims. Tony Soprano makes Micheal Corleone look like an altar boy. At least the Godfather only ordered the death of his family members. Tony has&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; single handedly &lt;/span&gt;carried out most of the murders of those very close to him in a cold and calculating fashion. When is comes down to it, Tony's cares for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; above all else (including business associates, friends and even family). Tony would even "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Carmella&lt;/span&gt; if it came down to her survival versus his own. Phil has no ability to defeat a character of Tony's make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm attached to many of the shows main character, it hard for me to watch them get "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt;" knowing that will never return to the show. It's funny, lack of violence to the main character is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; slowed my interest in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4462144971824139285?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4462144971824139285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4462144971824139285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4462144971824139285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4462144971824139285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/06/sopranos.html' title='The Sopranos'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1084029576279466372</id><published>2007-05-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:02:11.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't realize I had so many grammatical errors in my last post. Maybe I was having a mini-stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my test results were negative. There were no aneursyms or brain tumors detected. My headaches have also significantly improved. I still think it's strange to be on the patient side of things. It's the "unknown factor" that is the most frightening. All of the individuals that I dealt with were very kind and understanding. I hope this experience has taught me to be a better physician. I feel that medical healthcare providers are so extremely overworked at times that we begin to view the patients as a commodity instead of a person. That has to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1084029576279466372?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1084029576279466372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1084029576279466372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1084029576279466372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1084029576279466372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/05/test-results.html' title='Test Results'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-5553193017595858616</id><published>2007-05-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T03:50:06.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>It's incredibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; being on the other side. Being poked and prodded. I had my test done yesterday for my headaches. A CT scan with and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;angiogram&lt;/span&gt; . I needed an IV in order to have the procedure done. I very big f--king IV. Not to mention the crap that was injected into was highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noxious&lt;/span&gt;. I also had to lay still in an MRI machine for almost an hour and not move a muscle or even blink..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I should have the results today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-5553193017595858616?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5553193017595858616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=5553193017595858616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5553193017595858616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/5553193017595858616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/05/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7102746326594150365</id><published>2007-05-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:44:06.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Breech Extraction</title><content type='html'>Last night on call, we delivered 2 sets of twins. The first set was by C-section.  The second set was delivered vaginally. Twin A (1st) was delivered from a vertex (head first) presentation. Twin B (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;) was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; from a breech (butt first) presentation. Immediately after delivery of the first twin, we grabbed the feet of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; twin before breaking the amniotic sac. Then I instructed the resident to pull with gentle traction on the feet and legs, combined with additional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maneuvers&lt;/span&gt; to deliver the torso, arms and head. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; pressure always goes up when the head in being delivered, because I'm aware of reports of premature fetuses being decapitated from head entrapment (the head becomes stuck in the cervix). The delivery went extremely well. It's always amazing to see a baby being born feet first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my Blood Pressure, I go to see my doctor today. I'm still getting those pounding headaches and I starting to become worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7102746326594150365?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7102746326594150365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7102746326594150365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7102746326594150365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7102746326594150365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/05/total-breech-extraction.html' title='Total Breech Extraction'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-3020270978819183641</id><published>2007-05-09T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:13:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe Headaches!!!! Ouch</title><content type='html'>The other day I was driving my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saleen&lt;/span&gt; and another car cut me off in an attempt to race me. I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swerve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aggressively&lt;/span&gt; in order to avoid running into the other car. Immediately after that episode, I developed a severe pounding headache like nothing I had ever experience before. The headache was so severe that I had to pull into a nearby parking lot and stop driving. All I could think of at the time was that I had an uncle at a very young age that died of a stroke. I do have high blood pressure, but I'm on medication. I haven't checked my BP in a while. After about 10 minutes the headache subsided but my head was fairly sore for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to pay a visit to my doctor??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-3020270978819183641?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3020270978819183641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=3020270978819183641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3020270978819183641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/3020270978819183641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/05/severe-headaches-ouch.html' title='Severe Headaches!!!! Ouch'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-9184591020287581639</id><published>2007-04-26T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:09:34.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>Well the Mustang is back up and running ( The engine needed a minor overhaul), but after much sole searching......I've decided to sale the old girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-9184591020287581639?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9184591020287581639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=9184591020287581639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/9184591020287581639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/9184591020287581639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7076533605358501837</id><published>2007-04-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:47:17.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In The Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rh8LHtb5-WI/AAAAAAAAABU/ENrnJ3iaWnY/s1600-h/Tortilla+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052769534016616802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rh8LHtb5-WI/AAAAAAAAABU/ENrnJ3iaWnY/s400/Tortilla+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the first drive in my '67 ended yesterday. Thank God it was simply around the block. But to far to push:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7076533605358501837?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7076533605358501837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7076533605358501837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7076533605358501837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7076533605358501837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back In The Saddle Again'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/Rh8LHtb5-WI/AAAAAAAAABU/ENrnJ3iaWnY/s72-c/Tortilla+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-843940319535735974</id><published>2007-03-23T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:14:31.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Near Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RgSJLt-jb0I/AAAAAAAAABI/jhIXl-4b_ug/s1600-h/stang+GTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045308316975329090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RgSJLt-jb0I/AAAAAAAAABI/jhIXl-4b_ug/s400/stang+GTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My '67 is finally done!!!! But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; is for rain for the next 7 to 10 days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-843940319535735974?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/843940319535735974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=843940319535735974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/843940319535735974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/843940319535735974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So Near Yet So Far'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RgSJLt-jb0I/AAAAAAAAABI/jhIXl-4b_ug/s72-c/stang+GTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-8559269453714634367</id><published>2007-03-14T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:57:50.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Stupid</title><content type='html'>During my 7 month burden of 2 mortgages, I charged up one of my credit cards with a 0% APR until April 2008. I made one late payment last month, now my rate is 10%!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking stupid!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-8559269453714634367?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8559269453714634367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=8559269453714634367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8559269453714634367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/8559269453714634367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-so-stupid.html' title='I&apos;m so Stupid'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-4159942806795521284</id><published>2007-02-28T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:19:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Contraception</title><content type='html'>I was seeing this patient in her early twenties in my office today for contraception counseling. Her boyfriend had accompanied her. She was frustrated with hormonal birth control and they were describing their current birth control method to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - do you use condoms?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend - Naw man, I just pull my thang out before I exploded.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Do you know what they call people who use that as a form of birth control?&lt;br /&gt;Patient/Boyfriend - looking bewildered&lt;br /&gt;Me - Parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-4159942806795521284?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4159942806795521284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=4159942806795521284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4159942806795521284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/4159942806795521284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/modern-contraception.html' title='Modern Contraception'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-6718085347213608895</id><published>2007-02-27T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:16:26.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Hummer</title><content type='html'>I've decided to ride out my current Escalade as long as possible. My truck is almost paid off and I'm gonna take advantage of that. All it needs is a few bandages. I think I have my fair share of material posessions in this life. I don't need anymore.  Maybe I can do some social good with the extra money as opposed to destroying my great grandchildren's environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-6718085347213608895?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6718085347213608895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=6718085347213608895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6718085347213608895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/6718085347213608895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-with-hummer.html' title='Down with the Hummer'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-1446918067661906193</id><published>2007-02-26T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T08:07:28.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need vs Wants 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/ReMFshbBlII/AAAAAAAAAA8/BGvPSOkzjrI/s1600-h/hummer_h2sut_adventure_2007_440x220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875070774449282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/ReMFshbBlII/AAAAAAAAAA8/BGvPSOkzjrI/s400/hummer_h2sut_adventure_2007_440x220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider a fairly intelligent responsible individual. But I don't always make sound financial decisions. I earn a comfortable salary and mandatory retirement deductions from my practice have help me quickly build my retirement account. I still carry more debt than I need (some of it bad!!! credit card debt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is I need a new car. My truck is having multiple mechanical problems. I've likely spent over $1000 in various repairs over the last 3 months. I'm out of warranty, so that includes rentals while my car is repaired. I'll have it paid off by July or August this year. I could ride it out, but because I'm a medical professional, having dependable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; commuting vehicle is important to me. 4 wheel or all wheel drive is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; for me esp. in this Midwest climate. I've been hook on 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wd's&lt;/span&gt; ever since I owned my Jeep Wrangler back in medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many economical and sensible 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wd's&lt;/span&gt; out there, but my attention is drawn toward the Hummer H2. I test drove one this weekend and loved it. I had to measure my garage on Sunday to see if it would even fit. Gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;milage&lt;/span&gt; is also very dismal, but I'm used to that already with the shitty gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt; in my '02 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Escalade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at low mile used vehicles to keep my payments down and still qualify for the GM 100,000 mile certified &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;warranty&lt;/span&gt;. I don't need this vehicle, but I want it. I'm worried that I'm an impulse buyer, but I have researched other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SUV's&lt;/span&gt; extensively. A Tahoe would likely be the sensible economical vehicle that meets all my needs, but I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; my desire to have a Hummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it greed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;immaturity&lt;/span&gt;, ignorance, or overcoming some shortcomings in my adolescent years. I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-1446918067661906193?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1446918067661906193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=1446918067661906193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1446918067661906193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/1446918067661906193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-vs-wants-2.html' title='Need vs Wants 2'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/ReMFshbBlII/AAAAAAAAAA8/BGvPSOkzjrI/s72-c/hummer_h2sut_adventure_2007_440x220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7586076211691618968</id><published>2007-02-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:54:42.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LENT</title><content type='html'>I'm giving up television for Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my life improving dramatically already. This is gonna be much harder than giving up Bud Light last year and I LOVE beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened at the massive increase in my overall productivity if I subtract TV from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself reading more, spending time at coffee houses, maybe more frequent trips to the gym. I'm worried my internet consumption may also increase (I'm not sure if that is a bad thing). At least if I get addicted, there's a 12 step program out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7586076211691618968?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7586076211691618968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7586076211691618968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7586076211691618968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7586076211691618968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/lent.html' title='LENT'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-7318173841369220565</id><published>2007-02-13T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:21:23.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Remind me of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKbNIO6b0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/u8YyN_mkcH8/s1600-h/mustang+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031254383576903490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKbNIO6b0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/u8YyN_mkcH8/s400/mustang+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKarIO6bzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pfMebKnztec/s1600-h/mustang+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031253799461351218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKarIO6bzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pfMebKnztec/s400/mustang+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKaVoO6byI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hl-XVjj1FKQ/s1600-h/mustang+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031253430094163746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKaVoO6byI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hl-XVjj1FKQ/s400/mustang+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of my over determined patients showed up at my office today braving through near blizzard conditions. Thank God, the office officially closed at 2pm and I was able to reschedule several pregnant patient. I was horrified at the thought of a mom with a "baby on board" traveling through that mess out there. I needed to pick up a shovel at Lowes and a few supplies from the grocery store utilizing my few extra hours after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, before running all those errands, I went to the body shop to check on my '67 and to my suprise, she's almost finished!!! , just in need of a dusting/washing, some buffing, racing stripes and decals:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow, please melt!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-7318173841369220565?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7318173841369220565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=7318173841369220565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7318173841369220565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/7318173841369220565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-to-remind-me-of-spring.html' title='Something to Remind me of Spring'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_r2CrcZ6tPH8/RdKbNIO6b0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/u8YyN_mkcH8/s72-c/mustang+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-117125048460570366</id><published>2007-02-11T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:21:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed</title><content type='html'>I closed on my condo this Friday. This is the first time I've ever went to a closing and felt good.  I only had to pay out $500. I was truly happy to be relieved of this burden of about $2k a month (whick includes mortgage, HOA fee, utilities, and insurance). My realtor was upset I had to pay anything, but I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt horrible at the closing of my new house in June, when I still hadn't sold my condo. Everyone at the closing were trying their best to be friendly and personable, but I wanted them to just all shut up and let me sign the papers...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you Catholics out there, I need to go back to my condo garden soon and figure out where I buried my St. Joseph's statue. It's hard now with snow on the ground:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117125048460570366?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/117125048460570366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=117125048460570366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117125048460570366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117125048460570366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/closed.html' title='Closed'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-113303547009305231</id><published>2007-02-09T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:33:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Aint Sayin She's A Gold Digga (RIP Anna)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/1600/Anna_Nicole_Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/400/Anna_Nicole_Smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was originally posted on November '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for call Wed nite so I stopped a Q-doba for a burrito. I was walking toward the entrance at the same time as an attractive woman in her mid to late 20's with long black hair. I opened the door for her as not to be rude and she smiled said thank you. I was in the usual shitty mood that I'm always in before overnite call. I ended up infront of the woman with the long black hair, so I went ahead and ordered my yummy burrito. She continued to glance at me and smile. She also proceded to ask me what I was ordering and how often I come here. I was answered her politely, paid for my food, and wished her a Happy Thanksgiving. (I was in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Q-doba and walk toward my Escalade, she follow me outside and before I could get in my truck, she yells, " Are you a doctor?" I was wearing my blue surgical scrubs and my name tag, so it was pretty obvious. I said ,"Yes I am a doctor". She asks," what kind of doctor are you?" I replied, " I an obstetrician gynecologist". She continues, " Do you think you can help me? I went to a Mary Kay party the other day and developed a rash on my face after that." Her face looked fine, but I recommended antibiotics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was really late for call and unfortunately didn't have time for a conversation, even if it could translate into a potential date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues, " are you from this area? Do you have family here? Where do you live? Can you prescribe me some antibiotics for my face? What's your name? My name is ------ " The whole conversation was gettin kinda weird. By the time it was over, I even knew what kind of birth control she was on...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished her a happy T-day again and jump into my truck. She hesitated a while , I think she wanted me to ask for her number, but she was a little bit too strange for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she had a real interest in me, or do you think it was the fact that I was wearing surgical scrubs and driving a 50K dollar SUV?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-113303547009305231?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/113303547009305231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=113303547009305231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/113303547009305231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - What are those for?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse - they're for my teenage son.&lt;br /&gt;Me - What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Nurse - I just want him to be careful&lt;br /&gt;Me- I didn't get laid til I was 23&lt;br /&gt;Nurse - Are you bragging or complaining&lt;br /&gt;Me - complaining!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117089886556108843?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/117089886556108843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=117089886556108843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117089886556108843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/916/772/1600/871964/22-williams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/916/772/400/461838/22-williams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117068246910479144?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/117068246910479144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=117068246910479144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117068246910479144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117068246910479144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/ground-breaking-is-so-sweet.html' title='Ground Breaking is so Sweet'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-117062730757905435</id><published>2007-02-04T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:15:07.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck Colts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117062730757905435?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-117050470863111930</id><published>2007-02-03T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T04:11:48.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/916/772/1600/459062/us%20freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/916/772/400/49195/us%20freeze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-117050470863111930?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/117050470863111930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=117050470863111930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117050470863111930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/117050470863111930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116993550671834768</id><published>2007-01-27T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:05:06.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO</title><content type='html'>Gentlemen (and Ladies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Have An Offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116993550671834768?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116993550671834768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116993550671834768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116993550671834768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116993550671834768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/woo-hoo.html' title='WOO HOO'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116974120875314192</id><published>2007-01-25T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:06:49.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Evidence</title><content type='html'>I have further proof of my advancing age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seeing a patient earlier this week for routine prenatal care in my office. The patient was in her &lt;strong&gt;early 20's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient&lt;/strong&gt; - Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;- Yes. Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patient&lt;/strong&gt; - I want to hook you up with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what's next??? ......"I want to hook you up with my grandmother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116974120875314192?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116974120875314192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116974120875314192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116974120875314192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116974120875314192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-evidence.html' title='More Evidence'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116931218830463916</id><published>2007-01-20T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:56:28.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFC/ NFC</title><content type='html'>Even though I live in the city hosting the AFC championship game (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO COLTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). I'm heading to Chicago tonite in order to go to the NFC championship game (??) . No, I'm not a huge Bears fan but  my buddy has club seat season tickets at Soldiers Field and invited me. I see no reason to turn them down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once my balls start to freeze off, I'm gonna wish I was in the nice warm RCA Dome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116931218830463916?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116931218830463916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116931218830463916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116931218830463916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116931218830463916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/afc-nfc.html' title='AFC/ NFC'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116916814089097467</id><published>2007-01-18T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:55:40.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The benefits/disadvantages of being a physician</title><content type='html'>I was standing on my bathroon sink the yesterday changing a light bulb in my bathroom. I jumped down to the floor and my left heel caught the corner of the vanity ledge (OUCH !!! you %#!@#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the heel is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not gonna waste my time going to a doctor. The orthopedic surgeon will review the X-ray, say " it's broken" Tell me to avoid direct pressure/impact to the heel, send me out the door and charge me $2000 for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll save my insurance company the 2k  (not to mention my co-pay for the visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116916814089097467?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116916814089097467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116916814089097467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116916814089097467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116916814089097467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/benefitsdisadvantages-of-being.html' title='The benefits/disadvantages of being a physician'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116907127546550612</id><published>2007-01-17T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T14:01:15.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the things you own, end up owning you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tyler Durden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116907127546550612?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116907127546550612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116907127546550612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116907127546550612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116907127546550612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/tyler.html' title='Tyler'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116900552443624423</id><published>2007-01-16T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:45:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants vs. Needs</title><content type='html'>36 years of age tends to lend you the benefit of life observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the definition of &lt;/span&gt;Needs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wants -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;house, cars, large salary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needs - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;family, close friends, meaningful relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116900552443624423?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116900552443624423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116900552443624423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116900552443624423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116900552443624423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/wants-vs-needs.html' title='Wants vs. Needs'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116863920181808893</id><published>2007-01-12T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:00:01.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed OFF!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm really furious at my real estate situations. I feel that my camp is being more reactive instead of proactive and it costing tons of money. I paying monthly for an empty condo and it's driving me crazy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, I had to vent to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116863920181808893?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116863920181808893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116863920181808893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116863920181808893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116863920181808893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed OFF!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116806117303295292</id><published>2007-01-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:26:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2 DC</title><content type='html'>I had a great visit with my folks and friends. My grandmother with worsening Alzheimers remembered me amost immediately when I visited her (which was the highpoint of my vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner with some of my friends last night in Bethesda Maryland. It's always nice to catch up with my peeps. But it sucks that all my crazy/wild friends from the past are becoming more and more settled (and responsible) in their lives. Dinner conversation has shifted over the years from clubbing and getting girls to wives, children, careers, investments and retirement. I guess when I return to town, I expect things to remain the same and I'm always amazed and a little dissapointed at the radical change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's back to the Midwest and the constant grind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116806117303295292?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116806117303295292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116806117303295292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116806117303295292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116806117303295292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/farewell-2-dc.html' title='Farewell 2 DC'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116783513612726287</id><published>2007-01-03T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:38:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful</title><content type='html'>I've been back and forth between my parent's house and my sister's house, helping them place password protection on their wireless internet services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know I'm good for something other than just performing pelvic exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm also going to visit my grandparents in a long term care facility. My grandmother has senile dementia and my grandfather suffered from a stroke several years ago. They could no longer care for themselves at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've seen them in almost a year. My grandfather is still as sharp as ever, but I'm worried my grandmother won't remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116783513612726287?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116783513612726287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116783513612726287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116783513612726287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116783513612726287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/useful.html' title='Useful'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116775094038559247</id><published>2007-01-02T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:15:40.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttons???</title><content type='html'>Happy New Years Everyone!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in D.C. with my Fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went to the South West waterfront Wharf yesterday and purchased over 15  pounds of Alaskan Snow crab legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic is that :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116775094038559247?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116775094038559247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116775094038559247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116775094038559247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116775094038559247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/gluttons.html' title='Gluttons???'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116737322149733031</id><published>2006-12-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:49:16.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days</title><content type='html'>For the past few days I have been keeping some weird freakin hours. I'm napping during the day and staying up most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently 1am and I  just finished consuming up a double steak burger and fries from Steak n' Shake. Now I'm planning on completing my bills before I head out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my official vacation 2 days ago and maybe that's the source of my "off" hours. But I'm a 36 yo man and lately I've been keeping the hours of a college student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116737322149733031?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116737322149733031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116737322149733031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116737322149733031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116737322149733031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/strange-days.html' title='Strange Days'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116715570290546376</id><published>2006-12-26T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:02:51.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>The medical school course I was directing of has come to an end. I prepared an exam with and intermediate level of difficulty. I also prepared a very focused review session prior to the exam and it was well received by the students. It was so well received, that I received applause after the review session. I felt that it was an unreasonable amount of material to be tested on and wanted to keep the students as directed as possible with their studying. After all, they had several other exams to study for at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mean score for my exam was 85% and there were a few perfect scores (100%). Unfortunately there were also a couple of failing scores....Bummer :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had hoped everyone would pass. Such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116715570290546376?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116715570290546376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116715570290546376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116715570290546376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116715570290546376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116707436092219023</id><published>2006-12-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:19:20.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm on call at the University Hospital today and there's no reason to complain, it's still a glorious day. Merry Christmas to all :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116707436092219023?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116707436092219023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116707436092219023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116707436092219023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116707436092219023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-im-on-call-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116611029053279572</id><published>2006-12-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:31:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like it Hard or Soft</title><content type='html'>Alright, remember, I've been appointed director of this medical school course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I make their exam easy or should I make their exam difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this is not their only course and I would like to go easy on them. But isn't that unfair to the students who really bust their ass and study hard (the students who would ace the exam because they study harder than others). I feel if I make the exam easy, mediocre student would have an unfair advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge should be rewarded.  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116611029053279572?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116611029053279572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116611029053279572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116611029053279572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116611029053279572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-like-it-hard-or-soft.html' title='Do you like it Hard or Soft'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116550269919058230</id><published>2006-12-07T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:44:59.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law Suit Update</title><content type='html'>Law Suit #A is a hair strand away from being dropped. The plaintiff's attorney no longer has the resources to pursue the case and if the plaintiff cannot find representation before the set deadline, the case will be dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law Suit #B is still lingering on. Since I was no where near the hospital when the incident in question occurred, I hope that eventually my name will be dropped from that suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116550269919058230?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116550269919058230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116550269919058230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116550269919058230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116550269919058230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/law-suit-update.html' title='Law Suit Update'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116517189165784143</id><published>2006-12-03T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T10:56:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry about my absence from blogging. I had a great Thanksgiving. I began the day by delivering meals to the needy and finished up by celebrating with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy the past 2 weeks. Earlier this year my chairman appointed me "Course Director" of a medical student class here at the University. The course started this month and has been a challenge to organize. I read last years course evaluations, and the students were less than kind to my predecessors. I'm trying to put as much effort into this course as possible so the students will have a rewarding experience this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a certain amount of anxiety when you're in front of a class of over 250 students lecturing. But everything has been going smoothly so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember almost a decade ago when I was a student and how idiotic I perceived some of our lecturers to be. LOL....I hope the students feel differently about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I guess I have to place their education over my ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116517189165784143?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116517189165784143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116517189165784143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116517189165784143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116517189165784143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116386801442435942</id><published>2006-11-18T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:24:51.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen !!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy night call a few day ago. The physician team was short a resident on labor and delivery and there were multiple patients laboring and close to delivering. The residents were scrubbed into a C-section and I was the only available physician. One of the nurses called me to her room urgently because she was concerned about her patient who had a C-section 1 day earlier. The patient stood up to feed her baby, then collapsed to the floor. When I entered the room the patient was very pale and sweating. The nurses was also concerned because she couldn't alleviate the patients abdominal pain following the surgery which she thought was very unusual. We were all thinking the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this patient be bleeding internally????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined the patient completely and reviewed her vital signs. All the objective signs told me that this patient wasn't hemorrhaging internally. But the nurse was persistent that something was wrong with her patient. I reassured the patient and her husband that everything looked OK at the moment and the fainting episode was likely due to the large amount of pain medications she had received. I got called away to another emergency , an hour later , the nurse contacted me to give me the lab results on her patient who passed out. Her blood counts were stable and not dropping. The latter reassured me that everything was OK, but the nurse was persistent that something was wrong with her patient and her increased pain was concerning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blow the nurse off (feeling she was being overly paranoid) but her persistence compelled me to get an ultrasound to scan the patients belly. When I did, I saw that the patient had a large amount of fluid in here abdomen that was most likely BLOOD. The patient's pain had also become unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed the patient back to the operating room and opened her incision and discovered she had one and a half liters of blood in here abdomen. We immediately controlled the bleeding and cleaned the blood and clot out of her abdomen. The patient did very well following the surgery (and a few blood transfusions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband came to thank me after the surgery and express his angers toward the nurse because he felt she was ignoring his wife's complaints. I informed him that their nurse was instrumental in discovering his wife's internal hemorrhage and had likely saved her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to personally thank the nurse for her persistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to really LISTEN to others more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116386801442435942?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116386801442435942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116386801442435942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116386801442435942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116386801442435942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/listen.html' title='Listen !!!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116341683119840222</id><published>2006-11-13T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:29:30.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aging</title><content type='html'>I noticed a strand of lint in my hair this morning and attempted to pull it out. Unfortunately , it wasn't lint, but was another gray hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 36 and to this date , I can count all my gray hairs on one hand. (2 in my afro and 1 in my goatee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter to me represents obvious signs that I am aging. I'm less that 4 years away from the age of 40 and my mortality is becoming more of a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the things in my life that I want to still accomplish (things that make a positive difference) but I feel that my time is finite. I no longer have the sense of immortality that I had in my 20's and early 30's but now I feel time is catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116341683119840222?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116341683119840222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116341683119840222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116341683119840222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116341683119840222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/aging.html' title='Aging'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116290123250654919</id><published>2006-11-07T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:16:50.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Saga</title><content type='html'>I was planning to go to Vegas this week t0 attend a medical conference. I registered for the conference just prior to the deadline several weeks ago. The web site wouldn't accept my CC payment, therefore I frantically gave multiple attemps to log my CC number in the system. Finally, after several error messages, I gave up. Thinking it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out to dinner with my family (when they were in town), I tried to use my credit card to pay for dinner and it was rejected. I use another card, thinking it was a computer glitch. When I got home that night, I decided to check my credit card status online and to my shock, I found nearly 20 charges for $1000 (the cost of the conference). I was $5000 over my limit and the next minimum payment was $6000. All the charges had went thru. I call my CC company that night to claim the charges a fraudulant. (I'm suprised they approved all those charges in the first place). I called the medical conference the next day, and I was relieved to find out that others had experienced similar problems and the company was working hard to credit everyones card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated whether or not I should still go and realized I have too much work to complete in town with my new house and also several teaching responsibilites at my job. I decided to use this as vacation time, stay in town and be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this winter of spring, I'll finally experience VEGAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116290123250654919?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116290123250654919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116290123250654919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116290123250654919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116290123250654919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/vegas-saga.html' title='Vegas Saga'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116256778307173033</id><published>2006-11-03T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:29:43.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>As a physician, I always feel that I must have all the answers and I must know everything about my specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I encountered a situation where I had to ask for help from one of my colleagues. I wanted to be autonomous and proceed on my own, but I didn't want to risk patient safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a strange, uneasy feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116256778307173033?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116256778307173033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116256778307173033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116256778307173033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116256778307173033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116235018364857399</id><published>2006-10-31T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:05:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass!!!!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to buy Halloween candy tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot that I just moved into a neighborhood with tons of families and children. (I'm no longer in the condo comm. with only singles and retirees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of kids came rapping at my door tonite (even with the exterior lights off) and I had nothing to give them. All I could do is hide out in my office and leave all the lights inside the house off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116235018364857399?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116235018364857399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116235018364857399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116235018364857399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116235018364857399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/dumbass.html' title='Dumbass!!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116227118809220705</id><published>2006-10-30T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:06:32.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>450 #</title><content type='html'>I performed a C-section today on a patient that tipped the scales at 450 lbs. It went remarkably well considering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116227118809220705?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116227118809220705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116227118809220705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116227118809220705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116227118809220705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/450.html' title='450 #'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116177734500938964</id><published>2006-10-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T04:56:48.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>I'm currently overwhelmed. I'm moved into the new house and trying to handle multiple projects divided between this house, my old condo and my job. It's very hard and I'm not staying as focused as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finally admit it.....I'm OCD. I don't like things in disarray. I can not function that way. My OCD is a survival mechanism. Staying organized offsets my tendency to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116177734500938964?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116177734500938964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116177734500938964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116177734500938964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116177734500938964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116156735054722111</id><published>2006-10-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:35:57.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/1600/ge5k3853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/400/ge5k3853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was still in town from DC this weekend after helping me move into my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the Colts game since they were playing the Redskins and my sis is a hard core fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheered hard for the Colts, but deep down inside my soul, I wanted the Skins to do well. I guess you never stop being a Washington fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116156735054722111?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116156735054722111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116156735054722111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116156735054722111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116156735054722111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116108812488742799</id><published>2006-10-17T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T05:28:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin</title><content type='html'>My folks are in town. They're mainly here to motivate my move into my new house. I'm glad regardless (it's been March since I've last seen them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was very concerned since I closed on the house in mid-June and still haven't moved out of my condo yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going smoothly right now, I should be completely moved by friday. I was hoping to be move before my parents arrived, but it wasn't in the cards for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116108812488742799?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116108812488742799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116108812488742799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116108812488742799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116108812488742799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/movin.html' title='Movin'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116065561481199005</id><published>2006-10-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:22:24.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complement</title><content type='html'>I received a compliment from a patient the other day. It was a very subtle compliment, but it meant a lot to me. She said, "You know, in the past I haven't like male gynecologist very much.....But you're ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I receive this gracious comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I took more than 5 minutes out of my busy clinic schedule to listen to what was really bothering her (and it wasn't medical in nature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's a lesson that I'm only recently learning. (This should be the first lesson males learn in kindergarten:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116065561481199005?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116065561481199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116065561481199005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116065561481199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116065561481199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/complement.html' title='Complement'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116060667960992613</id><published>2006-10-11T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:44:39.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Confusing!!!</title><content type='html'>Should I sell my condo or should I lease it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116060667960992613?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116060667960992613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116060667960992613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116060667960992613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116060667960992613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn-confusing.html' title='Damn Confusing!!!'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116016363587238470</id><published>2006-10-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:40:35.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>I just found out my barber of the last 5 years just moved to east coast. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair will be jacked up until I can find a decent barber :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116016363587238470?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116016363587238470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116016363587238470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116016363587238470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116016363587238470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116005999768702144</id><published>2006-10-05T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:53:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MVA</title><content type='html'>I got into a car accident this morning on my way to work. Neither myself nor the other driver considered ourselves at fault. It was in the middle of very busy traffic, so I directed her to a safe side street so we could exchange info and assess damage. There was minimal damage to my truck but her car sustained most of the damage. In retrospect, I think I should have called the police to have a report filed, but I didn't see the purpose at the time (we were both OK, and I figured the police had better things to do). I called my insurance agent, he said, since there was no police report, it would be her word against mine. He told me to get an estimate on my truck, and if it's close to the deductible , I shouldn't file a claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tired of paying out of pocket, when my truck was keyed in DC, I paid the cost of the repair myself. Why the f--k do I pay these premiums???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116005999768702144?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116005999768702144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116005999768702144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116005999768702144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116005999768702144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/mva.html' title='MVA'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-116005894064923767</id><published>2006-10-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:35:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Last HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/1600/1222370743_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/400/1222370743_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/1600/1222370743_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy one. I sorry, I've run out of presentable body parts :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's assuming you consider what I shown so far as presentable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-116005894064923767?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116005894064923767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=116005894064923767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116005894064923767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/116005894064923767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-very-last-hnt.html' title='My Very Last HNT'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-115981585125564752</id><published>2006-10-02T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:43:19.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Pt I</title><content type='html'>My plan is to start packing up my condo this week. I'm finally starting to get excited about my new house eventhough the pool will be closed in two weeks. I'm also starting to become very anxious when I think about the tremendous amount of financial responsibility that goes with home ownership. I'm very worried that my condo hasn't sold yet (My realtor and I have different thoughts regarding a remedy that situation). Regardless, I can't stay comfortable in my condo forever and it's time to move to new surroundings. Human are just as territorial as animals). My folks are coming out near the middle of the month to help me decorate...I should have the guest bedroom all set up for them by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely gonna hire movers. (this will give me a reason to buy new furniture after the movers f--k up my old furniture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-115981585125564752?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115981585125564752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=115981585125564752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115981585125564752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115981585125564752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/moving-pt-i.html' title='Moving Pt I'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-115954038865741803</id><published>2006-09-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T07:33:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>I have never understood why a pregnant minor requires consent from her leagl guardian if she were to undergo a surgical procedure (ie. C- section). Yet, once she delivers her baby, she may provide legal consent for her infant. (ie. circumcision). A minor is competent enough to provide consent for her infant, but not herself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-115954038865741803?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115954038865741803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=115954038865741803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115954038865741803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115954038865741803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10151269.post-115944215022143658</id><published>2006-09-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T04:15:50.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/1600/HNT%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/772/400/HNT%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy one guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the pretty flowers in the background. (compliments of my realtor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10151269-115944215022143658?l=30somethingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115944215022143658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10151269&amp;postID=115944215022143658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115944215022143658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10151269/posts/default/115944215022143658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30somethingdoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-very-first-hnt.html' title='My Very First HNT'/><author><name>tommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731017050768238534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
