June 21st, 2007

Fucking amateurs. I try to set precedents for work ethic but do these damn virgin brain hackers listen? Straight out of of Hopkins or Harvard with text book solutions and no god damn experience. When presented with the a patient who complains of excruciating headaches and weakness of limbs it should be obvious what to do. CT or MR to rule out stroke. Period. Don't put them in a room somewhere and debate about the appropriate course of action. Now I have a vegetable on my floor and phone calls to make. Fuck.

June 18th, 2007

Had a good Father's day. William flew in from Cambridge for the weekend. I can't say that it was a total surprise as I saw the expense clear online...but still, it was a nice gesture. I dare say he can afford his own tickets now a days. Ria has a way with the pocket book though that hardly counts as frugal.

Festivities last night were fun. Little wine and cheese thing on the yacht. Still nursing the tail end of a bottle of 2003 Bourgognes Faiveley Corton Clos des Cortons that Billy M. took the liberty of providing. Ah, post-party Mondays suck. Surgery in an hour...