I saw this electronic billboard at the Philadelphia Airport:
The demise of E. coli
We will never learn. E. coli will always get the last laugh. And for the record, E. coli is also a “native” of our colon. He makes Vitamin K for us. His nemesis C. diff is just waiting for him to die so that we can be blessed with foul-smelling, runny stools 10+ times a day (pseudomembranous colitis).
While inpatient medicine work hours isn’t as long as surgical hours, I’m still beat at the end of the day. I’m going into my black weekend tomorrow (working on Saturday overnight until Sunday) after having had 4 weeks of surgical floors followed by 8 straight weeks of inpatient medicine. So instead of resting up, I spent the evening doodling.
snooze time
It’s been progressively harder for me to wake up every morning. Can’t wait for vacation to roll around…
I came across an old magazine I inherited from one of my medical school roommates back in the day, and no matter how many times I see this, I always get a kick out of it.
The Insiders' Edge
If you want to know what doesn’t work to shrink your potbelly, you’re going to have to ask!
Loaded shopping cart at Trader Joe's
Sure, today is Superbowl Sunday and people have a right to load up on groceries for the big game…but shopping rage? That’s excessive.
This weekend was my only free weekend in 7 weeks, and I decided to drop by Trader Joe’s to pick up some tasty snax. Business is always booming at the local TJ’s–they actually expanded twofold despite the recent economic slump. The store was so crowded, that I decided to just pick up a container of calimyrna figs for the week; while their prices are generally reasonable, my budget is more suited for shopping at the local Hispanic supermercado, where I get most of my groceries.
As I approached the checkout counter, a middle-aged woman (dressed to downplay her age) with a loaded shopping cart shoved in front of me. I glared at her, and prominently displayed my sole container of $3.69 figs as a means to politely hint that she should let me check out first. Naturally, she glanced at me and my figs, and turned to unload her groceries on the counter. B-I-T-C-H.
The further add insult, she decided to switch out a packaged of fresh chicken legs for a frozen bag–the employee had to return to the refrigerator section to bring her a new one. When her final bill rang up $131.XX, she fumbled through her wallet while stating, “Oh, I think I have a giftcard somewhere. I know it doesn’t have much on it, but might as well use it…”
Sadly enough, she’s not the only jerk out there.