Pontificum Scriblerus

Looks like the blogging inspiration muse has left the building. Ever since I realized that I look like a crazy person, based on some of the angry stuff I write, she's been gone - I think I scared her away. She'll be back, but I don't know when. When new drama happens, probably.

So, my first weekday back from my Amsterdam vacation, and I'm heading westward on the highway, off to an ultrasound appointment, and then clinic, and then maybe some scoping in the afternoon. I'm whistling while I'm driving, and life is good; I'm even pleasantly surprised that there is not much traffic, and I muse to myself about the benefits of leaving the house an hour early, trafficwise. There is a huge pothole without any kind of cone, and I spot it and avoid it successfully, and I pat myself on the back. I arrive at my appointment, and decide to leave the car by the curb, illegally parked, because I'll only be a second. So, I'm swiftly pulling over when I drive right into the curb. This happens, right? You sometimes skim the curb when pulling over too close? I mean, it's not celebrated, but it happens, it's not unusual. Unless it's happening to me. Because I also exploded my tire! I mean, the thing was busted. It had a tear in it the siz...

I was just thinking... In the right setting and context, this blog would totally corroborate the idea that I'm emotionally unstable. That's fantastic.

It's been found! I knew it wouldn't leave me. It was found exactly where I thought I left it - but hidden away. I'll take that as a sign from agnostic powers that be that something good is going to happen.

I lost my stethoscope. I had it one moment, and the next, I didn't. I lose things all the time. In fact, I am a professional loser: as soon as I realize something is gone, I can stop in my tracks, and immediately trace it back to where I last saw it, and that way, I can usually recover...75% of the things that I lose. This time, I thought I knew where it was, but when I went to look, it wasn't. My stethoscope and I have been together for 8 years. It was given to me as a gift from my friends, because I was the only one left who still hadn't purchased it. Typical of me: why do now what you can put off until tomorrow? I have tried to lose it, or it has tried to lose me many times throughout the years, but we've always found our way back to each other. One time, I had lost it for a month and a half! I remember what happened: I was cards night float. It was 1 am. Suddenly, the operator called Dr. Kapil overhead to the heart failure unit. Dr. Kapil was a cards fellow;...