I love you all...

Snivelling losers whose lack of accomplishment is due in equal parts to bad decision-making and a sense of entitlement?

That's Trump, but with (someone else's) money...

One of the roughest weeks in clinic for a while. I had to give it my all; and, as is often the case, I find myself wondering if my all is enough. On the plus side, I felt like I practiced good medicine even during the roughest patches.

I'm fighting anti-vaxxers in GD, tooth and nail.

I'm seeing our nation sink further and further into squalor and criminal behavior as a new normal.

And in the midst of it all, I play the 'Jupiter' section of Gustav Holst's "The Planets", and cry tears of joy at the 'I Vow To Thee' middle section of the piece, which is beautiful, awe-inspiring, uplifting, hopeful, triumphant, and life-affirming. Sometime life truly is good.

I'm drunk. Be patient with me...

I love you all...

Today, I got four already.

And the day's only half over.


The weekend can't come fast enough...

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I have visited with this patient for six years now. He's in his late sixties. He ran track and field for his country in the 1976 Olympics ( I won't say which country; a trip to the almanac could reveal his name.) and he's been homeless for about the last ten years. He's not a US citizen, and now the Trump government wants to deport him.

I wrote a letter just now disapproving him for overseas travel based on his medical condition. I'm hoping they will delay or cancel his deportation as a result. Be thinking good thoughts for my patient.