Sesame Street: Bert’s Physical
The best part of this 3 minute clip is the last 30 seconds when Ernie explains to Bert how it will take him 23 years to officially call himself a doctor. Watching Bert pass out at the very end is classic. My advice to Ernie….don’t do it!!!!!!!
This was a question posed by someone over on SDN tonight-
“What do you like about being a MD?”
Here is my response:
Top ten things I love about being a MD:
1. I exude prestige…it seeps out of every pore of my very being…all those around me can sense it and bow down in my presence
2. I am a total chick magnet….So many girls crawl all over me I literally have to push them away and pluck them off me one by one
3. I rake in the dough…with one small withdrawal my bank will literally go into default
4. I am so smart…smarter than lawyers, bankers, ceos and computers
5. I am stylish…I get to wear clothes of only the very best quality…my suits are all imported from Italy and I am to die for in my pearly white coat
6. I am powerful…my power rivals that of the czars of Russia and the emperors of empires long past….those under me tremble in fear and piss in their pants
7. I am important…if i call in sick the hospital I work at will come to a screaching halt and all my patients will die a gruesome death
8. I am respectworthy…no other job out there comes close to that of being a physician. The public is so appreciative of my efforts and will never spite me.
9. I am happy…my life is so great (because of all the above) that I beam ecstasy; my smile is infectious and instills joy into all the wonderful nurses and dedicated residents I get to work with each and every day
10. I am amazing….simply amazing! Don’t cha you wish you could be like me?
The Pussycat Dolls – Don’t Cha (Uncensored)
“Hilarious sketch from “The Carol Burnett Show”, with Harvey Korman and Tim Conway”
just some interesting quote I stumbled upon while surfing around the internet this evening and thought I would share:
“If I were 25 again, I think I could more easily work until 65 or 70 doing something I loved part-time than working until 50 doing something that stressed me out and made me dread Monday mornings. The more I start hating my job sometimes, the more I envy people who love their work, even if they only made 1/3 the salary.”
In my case, in addition to dreading Monday mornings i would also have to throw in Saturdays & Sundays, 1 AM & 5 AMs, Christmas and New Years, endless calls & home back up calls. But damn, what an earth shattering, ground breaking, epiphany of a quote this is to me! Oh ziggy29 where were you 10 years ago when I could’ve used your words of wisdom!!! Do I trudge on till I am 50 sacrificing another LONG 2 decades of my life (no way I can last a day past fifty on the path I am currently on!)? Or go to 70 doing something I love (heck make that 80 God willing!) ? I know one reason some people feel “stuck” is because they have no clue what they would do instead, so they plod onwards. As for myself, I know exactly what I would do. The answer seems so obvious yet why can’t I cut myself free and embrace happiness?
I came across the following story while surfing through one of the forums I often frequent. I absolutely love this story because it wonderfully forces oneself to STOP and THINK. Why do we needlessly complicate our lives? Why do we push ourselves to the brink, yet we can’t pull away? Why, why, why??? Oh how I wish I could stay and hear the fisherman play the bouzouki while relishing some Greek wine! But I can’t…….not yet at least:)
A boat docked in a tiny Greek village. An American
> tourist complimented the Greek fisherman on the quality of his fish
> and asked how long it took him to catch them.
> “Not very long,” answered the Greek.
> “But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the
> The Greek explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his
> needs and those of his family.
> The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
> “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta
> with my wife. In the evenings I go into the village to see my friends,
> dance a little, play the bouzouki, and sing a few songs. I have a full
> The American interrupted, “I have a MBA from Harvard and I can help
> you. You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the
> extra fish you catch. With the revenue, you can buy a bigger boat. With
> the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one
> and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.
> Instead of selling your fish to a middleman, you can negotiate directly
> with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can
> then leave this little village and move to Athens, Los Angeles or even
> New York City! >From there you can direct your huge enterprise.”
> “How long would that take?” asked the Greek.
> “Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.
> “And after that?”
> “Afterwards? That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the
> American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start
> selling stocks and make millions!”
> “Millions? Really? And after that?”
> “After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the
> coast, sleep late, play with your grandchildren, catch a few fish, take
> a siesta with your wife, and spend your evenings singing, dancing and
> playing the bouzouki with your friends”.
> There ends this lesson in philosophy.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
NEW YORK — A construction worker claimed in a lawsuit that when he went to a hospital after being hit on the forehead by a falling wooden beam, emergency room staffers forcibly gave him a rectal examination.
Brian Persaud, 38, says in court papers that after he denied a request by NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital emergency room employees to examine his rectum, he was “assaulted, battered and falsely imprisoned.”
His lawyer, Gerrard M. Marrone, said he and Persaud later learned the exam was one way of determining whether he had suffered spinal damage in the accident.
Marrone said his client got eight stitches for a cut over his eyebrow.
Then, Marrone said, emergency room staffers insisted on examining his rectum and held him down while he begged, “Please don’t do that.” He said Persaud hit a doctor while flailing around and staffers gave him an injection, which knocked him out, and performed the rectal exam.
Persaud woke up handcuffed to a bed and with an oxygen tube down his throat, the lawyer said, and spent three days in a detention center.
A request by the hospital to dismiss Persaud’s lawsuit was denied by Justice Alice Schlesinger, who ordered a trial to start March 31.
Hospital spokesman Bryan Dotson said, “While it would be inappropriate for us to comment on specifics of the case, we believe it is completely without merit and intend to contest it vigorously.”
Persaud’s lawsuit, filed in Manhattan’s state Supreme Court, seeks unspecified damages. A judge dismissed a misdemeanor assault charge against him.
Source: Associated Press