Creative nonfiction writings and ruminations of a family physician. Much of this will be medical musing, patient and doctor stories, but I reserve the right to wander. Please feel free to add your comments and experiences!
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We did it! We ran 8 miles. The longest run yet. Not only that, it was out in the country, on a rather hilly road. We started at Jemez Dam, for those of you in the know, and ran back toward Bernalillo. Here's the view from the starting point:Coach Marc, a.k.a. "Iron Man" gives his customary safety speech. Only this one included "watch out for bulls!"And we were off! Hard to complain about running in...
Round about December last year, I started to fidget. No exercise to speak of since my car crash in August, and I was getting soft and grumpy! My neck and back were feeling enough better that I really wanted to try something, anything, to get my bod moving again. After all, I'd be 50 soon, and we all know it gets harder to get in shape the older you are!I went to my friend Sue, a marathon runner who...
Today in clinic it was Butt Boil day.Seriously.You know how they say things come in threes? It's true. At least, in medicine it is, or seems so much of the time. Weeks will go by with not a pimpled posterior in sight. Until suddenly, one day, boom, boom, boom! Three in a row.Did these people know each other? No. Did they all sit on the same seat on the bus, or bench in the park? I seriously doubt i...
The other day, our local paper had a story about a new and improved, up and coming technique for imaging the breast. See, the way they do it now, a mammogram, is two-dimensional. And the breast, of course, is three-dimensional. Yes, in spite of all their efforts to squash it into one less dimension, it remains stubbornly round. Well, once it recovers from the mammo, that is.This new technique invol...
On the way back from Crested Butte, I stopped for the night in Gunnison, Colorado. Little motel on the edge of town, one of the few not filled up by the softball tournament that had packed the area for the weekend.The plump young woman behind the desk said, "Two queen beds, $59."I nodded, "Okay.""Got any discounts or anything?""No." I never have discounts. If I ever manage to clip coupons, I always...