7 y/o breaks pv wr for age... weighed down by large ballsack...

7 yr old w/ balls larger than my own...



-g

life...

to love and to save
to breath and to slave
while riding the wave
while o2 i crave

to be and to breathe
to know and to seize
while yearning for trees
while no one is pleased

to wake and to walk
to commence and to talk
while the powers balk
while blood leaves the stalk

to dream and to scream
to chillingly gleam
while rivers run upstream
while light loses its beam

to stop a thump
to strangle a bump
while cradleing a lump
while embracing a crump

to step back in time
to repeat this rhyme
while lifeless design
makes my mind slowly rewind...

the physics guy...

i thought this was in interesting little poem of sorts by Richard Feynman... thought i'd share:

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison.

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space.

A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of another
till complex new ones are formed.

They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle onto dry land
here it is standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea, wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.

"The Value of Science," address to the National Academy of Sciences (Autumn 1955)

athletics...

hello all,
i am trying to possibly develop some type of website regarding my philosophies on athletics, working out, nutrition, health and living... i might change the domain name but this is what i have whipped up so far:

Muscle Expansion

check it out... but there isn't much there yet...

love,
g

too long...

it's been some time since i have written on here... much to my dismay. recent discussions lead me to the realization that writing on this silly little page is an intellectual release for me that i need on occasion. i am not quite sure what it is... expressing my thought... letting my mind wander... puting form to the endless possibilities of wonderment and confusion that adorns my mind... well, some may say that not too much at all adorns this concrete cerebrum encases in my criscoesque cranium, so probably not. who knows what reasons may be lying beneath, but it mattes not... just that they are there nonetheless.

i never got a chance to thank everyone for all the wonderful birthday wishes! it was definitely a 'smile on my face' experience seeing all the greetings and happy birthdays... sure did make my day... which was filled with seeing patients in the breast clinic... woohoo! but alas, now no more breast for me... i have been getting the other end as i have been working nights in the er this month. it seems that i have seen a lot of ob and peds issues, doing things that i would rather care not to do, which reaffirms me that i made the right decision in choosing surgery... so far so good anyway.

well, 2 down, 12 to go, then i have roughly a week off before i begin my trauma month, which preceeds yet another month of breast. my life other than work has not been too terribly interesting, so not much to report on that front.

my thoughts feel linear now... no tangents overtake my conscious cloud of haze that lingers in the twilight hours. so to the books i declare myself prisoner... the absite... someday soon...

peace out for now,
love,
g

Kiss-[not so much]-able lips...

well it has been a few days now since a took a little tumble out on the basketball court... and it went a little something like this...
so james [match buddy] and i were playin' our usual game of one-on-one... b-ballin' it up like the horribly heinnous hoopsters that we are. the game was a little past mid-way [i believe it was our 4th or 5th game to 13] when james drove the basket for a layup. he came from the baseline after he took the ball past the three point line from my missed shot [typical] from the top of the key. as he drove the baseline i somehow got it in my head that i was going to block this shot and as i launched myself [i should try to be cautious using a word like 'launch' to describe my leaping abilities... perhaps vaulted... no, maybe propelled... still not quite right... perhaps leaped... maybe jeted [as in grand jete]... there ya' go]... so as i quazi-gran-jeted up to block the shot little did i realize that james ideed decided to do a running layup and thus clipped me in mid air. i got a bit jossled around and could not catch myself and landed face and then body... according to james he saw my head 'bounce' off the floor. well, lucky for me i did not loose consciousness, did not break my nose, neck or face, did not loose any teeth... and lucky i was in the mood to donate a small puddle of blood the the 'gym floor is too dry' fund.
james got me a towel and we walked into to ed. funny enough the only way either of us had ever been there was through the back way from getting consults and stuff... so that's the way we went... just strolled through asking where exactly we were supposed to go if we were indeed patients.
well, it went all right and i got sewn up by a wonderful nurse practicioner. i asked james if he wanted to do it and i was going to let him... but i think that he was worried that he would mess up on someone that he knows... and i thought that if he didn't do the best job it would be a constant reminder for him for the next 6 years of what not to do...
anywho... the NP offered me some vicodin for the pain... and i believe i told him something along the lines of 'fu@$ no... then i won't be able to operate tomorrow!'. so after leaving james went on home... and worried that i might not be totally ok, wound up crashing on my couch for the night.
alas, i got some sleep and had a nice full day in the OR the next day... took a few of the stitches out today and will take the rest out tomorrow...
off to beddie-by and until next time... love y'all
-g

tribute...

one
the solitude of singular existance within
implodes self doubt, from fiery fury and sin
emotions rage forth in disputable chagrin
manipulated alone as opposable foreskin
one
reuniting the self from pieces of dismay
each breath suffering a diaphragmatic relay
straggard struggle shot from the day
outer covering an unrecognizeable fray
one
not deserted; but in arid park
accompanied in dark
illumination from a spark
many
shine forth in distant glory
some with an unwritten story
many
unite outside in desert sun
supporting a single engine of man's son
smoothly oiled pistons pump and run
over 3665 miles; and it's just begun
all
come together to support, love and embrace
one

renewingable...

well... trying to update on the happings here in kc... hmmmm...
three works i suppose
work
working out
well... not entirely true, but that is what it feels like someitmes. i can't wait for the tour de france to be over, which will free up my nights. i have been a fan and watched it for about the past 10 years now. which brings me to one of the items on my 'checklist'... cycling.
it would be nice to get a starter road bike one of these days in attempts to begin training for some triathlons and such. when i moved here to kc, i checked out what they had available as far as the triathlon scene goes... and behold, they have, not only triathlons, but biathlons as well [sweet!]. this is exciting for me since i swim almost as well as a chicken towing an anvil... almost. nevertheless, my aquatic deficiencies aside, i think it would be a good sporting venue to get involved with. i suppose that i would then have to get my running mileage up as well as getting a bike and such. but, i have said in the past that once i hit 30ish [3.25 yrs away] i would probably do more endurance exercise than the ballistic things i do these days. i guess that the reason i still do those ballistic track-type exercises is because i am still seeing improvements in my speed, jumping ability, weight training... and so on.
anywho... thank you tour de france for giving me the anual motivation to sit my kiester on a narrow, barely-padded seat, hardly larger that the space between my cheeks... and sit upon that for mile after grueling mile in shorts that hug the lines of my upper legs as tightly as michael moore embraces big macs.
anywho... as far as that enduro-pursuit goes, i got my mileage up about a month ago, but have since lifted every day for the past 3 weeks or so. i hate that... i can't see to decide. it is like i wind up half-assing lifting and running because i desire to do both so bad, but don't have time to adequately pursue both.
anywho... my workout frustrations aside... and i am left to my 'list'.
i have also spent a little bit of time lately practicing on my unicycle... i say 'on'... but i most assuredly have spent most of my 'practice time' off of the darn thing. go figure....
let's see... what else on the 'list' have i been invlving myself with lately.
i have been practicing writing with my left hand... for some reason i desire to be able to write fluently with my left hand to the point that it would be almost indistinguishable from my right... i give myself a few years for this task as i am in no rush and it is almost a foolish pursuit of sorts anyhow.
what else... hmmmm...
there is so much... i think i just need to write this list down... but that would actually make me accountalbe for it... ahhhhh.
well... as far as other things going on... this past weekend/early this week i let my match-buddy james crash at my place while he was closing on his house. it looks like a hell of a starter house if you ask me... completely awesome.... more like a mansion really. congrats james... congrats...
and james and myself have been playing a good bit of basketball as well. the one on one has been challenging, but unfortunately for us, there seems to be a lack of interest in basketball or something at the fitness center as hardly anyone plays and we can't really find anyone for 2 on 2 even. i guess we'll just have to keep on keepin on with the mano y mano... but his jump shot is killer and i don't know if i can take much more! haha

so, anywho... i suppose this wasn't much of an update... i have stories... plenty of stories thus far, but i suppose i will either save stuff for a later date or tell anyone else who decides they want to know on a more individualistic bases.

anywho... have a wonderful splendidness,
love to all,
g

detracted distraction...

a fender-bender frame
a tarnished chain
dull-toothed gears
may never roll again
exhaled rubber loops
exhausted from the strain
barely noticable shape to still remain
patient
sitting silent
creaking no more
weightless under no load
molesting intimate miles with a scorching road
patient
no complaint
punishment in silent spoken stride
quiescent ride
scaling every mountainside
supported and tuned
day and night
restful fury
the beast now tamed with a matted metal rod
perched on the ground
used
for now
for good
for what

wenkebach...

for those of you that read these silly ramblings of a chaotic mind foating in the abyss of this etherial reality... i thougt that this was a pretty creative spoof of jt's 'sexy back'...
check it out...!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVxJJ2DBPiQ

love to all,
g

even better...

thank you mr. officer a-hole for the 160 ticket when all that was needed was a warning or a question regarding awareness or realization... that's right... i just got a $160 ticket for not having my head lights on at early dusk. f'in redic when i live in an area of town where there are multiple shootings each night, various kidnappings from within a mile that plaster the news each night, et cetera et cetera... glad to see where the man power is focused.
AHC pulled me over and when he came to the window i turned my lights on and he just asked for my license and insurance... if he were nice or reasonable he could have just said 'don't forget to turn your lights on'.
'F' i am so pissed right now...
so 'F'in pissed...
love to all minus AHC,
-g

1st Day...

So, today was my first day as the lowly intern. Interns seem to fall down to that bottom rung on the ladder of residency... back to the bottom yet again, but with some responsibility this time. Not that I can truly complain, today, because it was not a difficuly day... well... it never is difficult to act like a chicken without its head... you just run around flippantly trying to 'get your bearings' on the surroundings as well as how to operate the 'new' computer system.. which is like the vital life-line to the resident. it's a good thing that life-line is so very unfamiliar to me. fumbling with new access codes that could be it's own mini-book... novella if you will... trying to remember which goes with what and what goes with whatnot. a mountain of newness to become accustomed to.
voondebar [i am going for phonetics here]!
well... so i am at a place for less than a week and already have been pointed out as a possible 'trouble maker'... great... fantastic... but let me explain.
so the residency coordinator and chief resident each let me know that the lady from gme [graduate medical education] had called complaining about me during one of the orientation days. apparently during one of the sessions i had a maxim magazine out and was reading through it. although this probably, initially, doesn't look well for me... it is true, and actually explainable. first of all, the issue wan't that good, but it was meant to fill a time. you see, i had taken care of a few things [to be done in orientation] ahead of time... and the lady [perhaps now jokingly] told me to do something else to fill my time. when i saw this space on the schedule i reached for the maxim... and the rest is history. oh, well... time to be a good boy for now as far as that goes. besides... at least i was awake and trying to listen... moren than i can say for half of the attendants there, but unfortunately i don't think that the people in the back analyzing that type of behavior could tell who was sleeping, since i doubt so many complaints were filed.
anywho... after this and such the other interesting of note that i wanted to jot down was the first perscription that i dispenced as a doctor...
april, you will love this...
ketoconazole... yep... tinea for a pt. in clinic today. it felt weird to sign on that, which struck me awkwardly. alas, however the day was relatively responsibility free for me, but i can see how things will pick up. there was only 1 call today and the 4th year took it as it was a ed nothing. or at least nothing could be done anyway. not that it wasn't anything... or worth going... since i wish i would have gone and gotten the experience.
saw some interesting things in clinic... pt. with a brachial plexopathy and extensive lower arm/hand grafting d/t getting his hand caught in a conveyor belt and suffering subsequent burns... a guy with a complex boxer's fx that extended superiorly and became intraarticular... a boy with a bilateral rhizotomy performed for spasticity... a guy with multiply head surgeries s/p leiomyosarcoma removal on his vertex which invaded the parietal bone, where the cancer was removed, bone was cut superiorly and then moved back to help cover the defect and the healthy calvarium was covered with skin graft... what makes this guy's case even more interesting is that he also had a kidney transplant a few years ago and has a pacemaker... talk about complicated. but he looked amazing and his family was wonderful.
anywho... you get the gist. both the 4th yr. and i basically just kind of followed on coat-tails... which is good for the time being as i like to see some of the things that dr. hendrix does [plastic surgeon who did a hand fellow].
well... time to get some reading in... a little anyway... and reflect on what tomorrow will bring.
until then....
i really need to get some pics up... of this lower rung thing.
love to all,
-g

schedule...

well... i have successfully completed atls... yeeeeaaahhh!
the other great thing out of the last two days came on a sheet of paper...in that i wound up getting my schedule for next year. this is a relief to know what i have for the up and coming 12 months. good thing i didn't have anything big to request off for my vacation [which is next may] unlike my compadre... who plans on getting married next spring [good luck james!].
anywho... i just wanted to post the schedule up that i whipped together from the paper that i received so that peeps who wanna know can check it.
love to y'all [let that southern part of me never die],
-g

sorting...

i have had so many thoughts lately... and now... by the time i get to the freedom of the internet to dispell all of them... scattered about this page, i am not left with much time before this coffee shop closes. alas, all i well, however since i just realize that i have nearly 500 pics on my camera that i have not uploaded to my computer and need to sort out and such. there are some really beautiful pics [or at least i think they turned out well] or the plaza and such that i have taken over the past few days. so, the spice of life will have to wait for the time being... [the spice... the worm is the spice... the spice is the worm... i am the spice... the water of life {ok, for those of you that read this and don't get that... you really should see Frank Herbert's 'Dune'... great and classic sci-fi flick!}]...
well, love to all and to all a merry 'sun's not in the sky',
-g

fu...

i just had an interesting experience... so i thought about it and realized the recockulousness of the situation.

every once in a while you may notice that you get a call from a private number. most of the time most people mostly ignore this and mostly move on... mostly. well, i decided, wtf... i might as well answer it since it amy be important or pertaining to something related to residency or what not. who knows?

well, such was not the case.

after a somewhat soft-spoken 'hello' by myself [b/c i am at a coffee shop right now [scooters!] to get some free wi-fi] the person at the other end asked 'is this garry'. since, as far as i know, i am such a 'garry', i said 'yes'. i then had to think about the next words that i was about to hear from this quasi-effeminate voice... 'fuc& you'... and then the click of hanging up.

at first i had to chuckle because it sounded like the most unthreatening 'fuc& you' i have ever heard since the voice sounded weak and barely manish... as if uttered from a semi-mature 6th grader. so how did a 6th grader get my phone number and dial it from a private line? at the same time, why would anyone want to get my number, confirm it is me and then in fact just give me a 'tail between the legs - fuc& you'? this alludes me at this point... but whomever it was, rest assured that he must not have had his testicles drop for one of two reasons... one being his sweet-hyper-adolescent-vagina-esque ['shave' if you will] voice and the other being the fact that he couldn't stick around to i.d. himself... not even falsly. i mean, if you have two testicles to mark you distinction as man, wouldn't you use them to stamp out who you are so the receiver of the 'teddy-bear fuc& you' would know from whom it concerns or what prompted this act of randamdiddlyness?
it seems to me that the phone is the foremost technological method [even besides email... because email has a return address you can find] of getting out of confrontation. which leads me to my belief that this guy's maleness was so far between his legs, from the front he looks like a girl and from the back he has a nubbin of a tail so as to look like he is likely crapping a pice of poop that looks stuck or has some pretty bad hemorrhoids.

well, if this person has the ability to get my number i hope that they get the opportunity to read my blog and put a name to that candyland voice. i, for one, would like to know who says 'fuc& you'. bring it on, i say... give me the rhyme [probably a nursery rhye] or reason....

alas... just thought it was funny... back to atls...

love [even the 'fuc& you' epicene individual],
g

stalemate...

the freeze dried ice cream
eaten in space
the decade old toast
from a cupboard place
vintage cream-filled
waffers of old
woven into existence long before
all tales told
yet desperate desires seduce
taste buds to come
titilation to a tongue
grimmace on some
petrified foolish face
crunchy crusty crackers
from the crestaceous
but the air averted seal
elicits fungus
for not of fine vinegar or wine
do snacks or treats
get better with time
instead bitter
and stale eats

spiritual work ethic...

inspiration and imagination
tied together with innovation
makes quite the creation
molded with perspiration
to a devinely driven destination

One Form...

The sigma of this enigma
lays to rest Reimann's deamons
which soar with no limit
a hero at zero
and divinity at infinity
do we find in this, unity
as an integral part of our space

trauma 10026

red life flowing as a burgundy wine molassis
downhill seeping, cracks and crevaces passes
a smooth viscous entity pumping and flowing with life
oozing and draining without
polar cabilities in the power of flow... now
compression waves leaving impulses of exchange, giving existance
no cars can keep this pace
but cables hold this being in place
and when drained, the pump stops; the exalted exchange cycles never more

misunderstandings

I sit and i take
and sleep and wake
for nothing i make
could be more fake
which only promises break
to feel burned at the stake
only to mistake
a face

Day and Night

The tangerine ball
makes haste gravity's way
a legend to rise and fall
with a circumscribing ray

Rays reach out
to the heavenly night watchman
and without a doubt
they will do their dance again

Rise and fall
but always out of reach
not quite connecting at all
the day and night each

At the horizon's border
where the sun's ray reaches the moon
so might the day and night grow shorter
that i may reach you soon.

run ins... bike ins... bike outs...

whilst i am flying the solo 'chief' here in kc [pun intended... hence the " ' "] i guess i have a bit of time to update my blog with the goings on and such.

i hope to go around sometime soon and take some pics to post on here as well so that there are more than just words to this blog. since i can't read a book without pictures how can i expect anyone to read a blog without these visually pleasing devices as well? i suppose i can't... but alas, black and white words will have to suffice for now.

today was an intersting day to say the least... or the most... why say the least when i can be so good at going off on tangents upon tangents never to actually return to the original theme, getting lost in the tangent maze... thus constituting 'most' and definately not 'least'.
anywho, i got my bike and unicycle all fixed up today. i cleaned a bit and then practiced the unicycle a smidge before deciding to bike to the plaza then then subsequently the gym. after the haven that is panera [where i currently sit for it's wonders of internet use] i went to bike to the 24hr fitness that i joined yesterday for a free week membership. as a note, this place is 7-8 miles from where i was coming from [the plaza] which is about 2 miles from where i live. anywho, just as i was about to head up a slight hill on ward parkway, i decided to pump hard [get your mind out of the gutter] since there was no sidewalk on this portion of the road. upon initiating the hard pumping action, as i was riding in the far right-hand lane, the chain on the bike said something to me...
it said 'you know what, asshole... i don't really want to do this anymore and put up with you and your hard-pumping foot action... i quit'.
just as i heard those words from underneath me [again... get your mind out of the gutter] my feet gave way, the chain broke in two, got jammed into the rear wheel, managed to stop the bike clean and then throw me forward and slightly into traffic. when i finally came to a stop after my nice skid... it was as if i was on a slip and slide with no yellow banana rubber underneath me [yet again... mind out of the gutter]... i then got up and grabbed me bike and threw it out of the path of traffic. luckily as i was thrown, the car that was just behind me was able to swerve to the left to avoid running me over... but it was a freakin' close... a little too close if you ask me. going the meagerly 20 mph-ish i find myself luck to walk away with a few road burns and a sore wrist [i wish it was a soar wrist, that way it wouldn't have smacked the ground to become a sore wrist] that is a bit swollen and such.... i have found my fingers tingling slightly more than usual as i type this evening.
anywho... i grabbed my bike and walked/pseudo-rode it back to the apt.... about 3 miles or so. it was a good ways up hill and would def. have been easier if i could have just sat on the bike and rode it down hill 3 miles. but fate has its way of laughing in my face, then farting on my pillow and giving me pink-eye from the dirty fomite [i don't really have pink eye... but pink areas where i used to have epidermal coverings of my skin].

so after getting back to the place, i washed up a bit, decided to clean some more and then headed out to the gym to get my lift on... and now i sit and type... inspired to write some poetry or something. basically things just haven't been going the best lately and i suppose i deserve that fall, that accident to just add to things. so i will end this entry and write something else...

i hope that everyone that reads this has been having a better time/day than i...
but still... love and happiness to all...
love,
g

kc royals...

well, i would like to start by saying toodles to columbia for a while. unfortunately i am not the most excited about the way in which i left it... i miss it already... the places and the people... mostly the people.
the night i left, after i had moved out of my place, i went down to the track for a last-minute good bye to that which took me to columbia, sc in the first place. it was a long heart-felt reflection on the things that went on the past 9 years... memories from the track team and otherwise. as i wept tears of departing sadness, i decided that it would be good to run one more lap around the good-ol' weems. so after walking to the starting line and kicking off my crocs, i took off and put myself to the clock... i just wanted to jog, but by the time i came upon 200m i found myself running... 31..32... so i decided to pick it up to try to dip under 60 for the quarter and sure enough...59sec. it was a nice good-bye to that quarter mile oval that drug me across the country and attached me to columbia. of course, i did leave a little bit of my feet out there, scattered among lane one throughout all 400m... as i pounded my feet the whole way around. nothing new, however.

the drive to kansas city from columbia was long, but gorgeous. the memorable part of the trip for me was in knoxville. usually when heading to wisconsin from sc, i go through knoxville and then trek to lexington, ky. however, it was at knoxville that i made the turn to nashville, tn. it was at this point that i knew things were different... change was in the air... on the road... and in my mind. i was left of the road with nothing but my thoughts. 1000 miles worth of thinking. 'i would walk 500 miles and i would walk 500 more just to be that man to walk 1000 miles and fall down at your door'. i guess you could say this was the theme or 'title' of my thoughts as they raced through and occupied my mind. i only wish that i could get them out as they come or as they came. although the song was sung by the pretenders, this is no pretend... and i would rather things stay PRE than END. i am ready for some things to begin and not for others to end which puts me on an emotional roller-coaster in a land anew. i feel homesick all over again... reminiscent of the days of yore... back in the day [on a wednesday mind you] when i headed off to college. my how life is strange... but is it worth it? am i? somehow i don't feel so right now... i don't feel worth the effort of change... worth... worth... worth... what an interestingly deep word.
worth... of all the definitions out there, i am left touched by a few. 'good or important enough to justify'... 'excellence of character or quality as commanding esteem' ... and 'usefulness or importance, as to the world, to a person or for a purpose'.
these lead me to ask where i find mine. my worth. everyone has worth, be it different from person to person, it is still there nonetheless. i used to... and still believe in myself that mine lies in communication and trust. however, i have let myself down in these ways and must rebuild my own self-worth with regard to these issues and rebuild myself based on this foundation of truth.
wtf am i talking about? i think i know, some may not, others might. i could go on and on and ramble, but this is just a sampling of the thoughts that race across the eyes of the mouse in my mind that runs on the wheel which turns the turbine which powers the generator that fuels my thoughts. what's the mouse's name you ask? well, i used to have a rat named paco [yocum and i had him] and this mouse shall be jeffe. i don't even know how to spell what i am trying to pronounce... heck, i just plain can't spell very well. but i tell you what i do well... use elipses and run-on sentences without capitalizations. you see, without capitilization i will never be held to the mistake of accidently forgetting to capitalize something important. ahhh, so at least one of life's stresses is reduced.
anywho, at panera again for a moving break... mostly to get directions on-line to the nearest target [per april's suggestion i think i may get a target credit card as opposed to selling my car...] and then back to moving stuff out of my truck into my relatively empty place... either way, it sure doesn't feel like home no matter how much i want it to... no matter how much i try today.
so... the baseball teem the kc royals... it is a shade of blue... akin to my mood.
love to all,
g

who is this that writes...

another long while since an update... with so much going on lately you would think this would give me an ample amount to write about... a myriad of messages... a plethera of pointed punctuated paragraphs... a life, how about that... a life.

barring my lack of literary articulation of the written word, things have been going well as a mentally disturbed individual. whether i am Mentally Disturbed or a Major Disaster or a Macadamia Date or a Moronic Dilusion... it is all the same... it leaves me as an MD. that's right, say hello to dr. tard... dr. gayrry tard [say it fast... april likes it].

since i have last written some of the big things that have gone on in my life include a couple days on the lake on paul's boat... and the count is now:

paul's boat - 2
garry - 0

i have lost both time both on the tube and the wakeboard... and it was a blast if you consider getting burns and rashed down your side and on your arm fun... not to mention the water that decided to take the place of the air inside every last one of my sinuses. talk about a water logged head... well, at least this way i know i am not a true air head. water head, maybe, but not air head!

i also attended the scma conference for a few days in hilton head... this was a pretty decent time but was filled with meetings galore, my boring trek to see spidey-3 on opening night [fairly decent... but i give it mixed reviews], and stay at a ghetto motel 6. bullshit they'll leave the light on for me... more like they will be off the beaten path, only have a room on the back side out of a yell and scream's distance from civilization and then have the light on that side of the property not work so that there is more light 2 feet up someone's colon than there was back there. safe... you bet i felt safe. as safe as an egg riding on the back of evil kenevel's motorcycle.

let's see... there was also a trip to charleston where i played golf with my dad at Dunes West... good times and great shots... lots and lots and lots of 'great shots'. unfortunately if it were truly a good round, there would not be that many shots attempted to have great shots to account for. afterwards, the fam [arynn, mom, dad and myself] hit downtown and ate at high cotton... scrumdiddlyumptious indeedy!

there was some tiny thing called graduation... enough said.

trying to stay in shape and preparing for the rosewood crawfish festival street vault. i will be spending about 4 hours this evening moving crap for it. but the runway is built and the lumber has been treated and we set it up for a test run which went well [i got a clip of steddum up on youtube testing it out]. of course, i have to mention the excellent news coverage by wach fox 57's caroline love... your host for news and other resources across the midlands... especially rosewood, which is all that matters really.

of course i can't forget the nights of trivial torture [although tons of fun] including some good ol' fashioned ping-pong! as well as a trip out to kc to find a place to live... mission completed there! now i am set for the move as i am picking up my truck on may 30th and moving into the apt. in kc on june 1st. it should be good times! or at least gruling and lonesome...

i also got a chance to head up to fayetteNAM to help april finish up her room... of course i did leave her dining room a bit unsettled, but her new office looks fantabulous! thanks ape-pi for letting me help with all of that!
well, i should be off... off to get a workout in before i have to go and move stuff... b/c lord knows i will not be able to run after this evenings events and festivities of moving mayhem and madness.

ttys...ih
g

makEing lifE livEablE...

well it sure has been a hot minute since i have updated this blog. this is a sad bit of circumstances since so much has been happening since match day! i took a quinquadruple-take when i noticed that i had only one entry for the month of april up to this point. what is a quinquadruple-take you might ask. well, i didn't know myself until it was perfectly executed, after which i suffered the consequence of this perfect execution with a sore neck. the quinquadruple-take is when you do a quadruple take then forget at what you were looking at for a max of 3 seconds, within which you do another quadruple take... this process then repeats for a total of five times. i prefer to call it the QuinQuad-T for short... but those that see it probably just call it a seizure.

so the most interesting news since my last post was the purchase of some new wheels... well, luckily along with the wheels there was a body and engine included. from the glorious bank of america desolateness that is ohio, i purchased an audi tt quattro. i had initially dubbed this car 'TaceT', however after a recent conversation with paul byra, i have decided to call the car Too-T. i refuse to spelly it 'tooty', although this is how it is pronounced, becasue it already sounds like a fart no need to spelly it like one. but the name too-t has more double entendra to it which i like... however i do think the car is indeed tasty and the 'ace' spelling plays with the face that the car is an ace and the T replaces the R if it were to be 'race'. not like many peeps read this, but if you have an opinion either way on what i should call my vehicle... go ahead and place a comment telling me so.

anywho, back to the bank of america 'dead zone'. i have heard of dead zones where you drop some phone service, or a call or something, but it is now news to me that you can have 'dead zones' where you drop banks as well.
with a name that contains the word 'america', one would think that the entirity of america is all inclusive in the locations of this bank. however, such is not the case. the bank should be dubbed bank of america minus the eastern midwest. when arriving to columbus, ohio i asked where the nearest boa [bank of america... hmmm boa... boa conshitter... the snake of a company that squeezes the everloving crap out of you in the form of money... only to leave behind farts called 'Too-T'] was and the dealer said 'no prob' as he thought they had one in columbus because he said they do advertise up there. well, lesson learned. always check to see if they have your bank when going to a local where you think you may need it. columbus just happens to be in the geographical center of that which lacks boas. as it turns out the nearest boa was over 300 miles in every direction. none exist currently in ohio, kentucky, west virginia, indiana, western pennsylvania and lower michigan. 300 miles to the virginia / west virginia boarder. 320 miles to chicago [indiana / illinois border]. 350 miles to the nearest one in ny. well, needless to say, i wound up driving that night down to the va/wv border, got up the next a.m., went to the bank to handle the buisness and then drove back up to columbus for the car. thus, it turned out to be a fun and relaxing 1800 miles of joy in a smidge over 2 days. woohoo!

well, anywho, i am including a couple pics... one of which was my first feeding of Too-T... she sure gets 'gassy'... and no mom and april... not myself at the benedict track meet.... she gets garry as well.

currently i am sitting in the atl airport, waiting during my layover, enjoying the sight of plains taking off at sunset... fantastically gorgeous. on the way to kansas city to hopefully find a place to live for next year.

as they say in the buiz, and as pamela anderson has been known to say about her bust... 'more to come'...

love,
g

senior essay...

so, for capstone, we were supposed to write an essay about something in medical school. after a few requests, i have decided to post the essay and poem that i wrote on my blog... so here it is:

The sun beats down on a coffee colored face. Eyes sunken in are a prelude to a tenacious journey, accentuating emaciated expressions on an all-to-tired face. A beard is half-grown, but more on the accord of half-cared for. His shaggy whiskers stretch from his face yearning for the celestial glow and the satisfaction of a nourishing consumption. He sports glasses that dwarf his temporal recession, reminding me of the way a child’s eye looks through a magnifying glass. Am I the ant here? The years leading to medical school and the encounters with patients and people up to this point lead me to believe in a façade of complacency that I was peering at the test-subjects of a medieval learning experience, as lab animals in an experiment gone arry for the purposes of a misguidedly glorified self-edification. It was this time-tattered individual that let me feel that I was the one under the microscope, the object to be scrutinized by the magnified eye of the patient and public. Just an ant to adhere to the needs of the hive; caring, working, giving, serving.
This man was trapped in his steel cage with wheels. Or so I wrongly thought. To be bound to such a contraption was and, to the point of writing this, is beyond my full understanding, but not my compassion. It doesn’t seem that one has to fully understand to have compassion for his fellow man. Understanding strikes me as intellectual and compassion somehow remains emotional, each existing independent of one another. In talking to this individual in clinic that day, I came to find out that he is a partial quad doing what he can to help trudge through the days with as much mobility as he can. Baclofen, a mechanism of release, a middle man that allows his movement to be fluidic enough to control his chair of freedom. This chair didn’t trap or confine in any of the ways that I had imagined, but in fact allowed the rider to see the world in a way that would not be possible otherwise. Here is an individual that 19 years prior was riding a motorcycle for freedom, the wind blowing through his hair, the feeling of flight in a head first trip down the concrete lanes of release. Now, although the wind might not be caressing his speeding locks, he is flying in freedom just the same from the wings that his chair bestows. Gratitude and gratefulness were his feelings towards his vehicle and were mine for meeting him.
Each encounter of a patient is typically a snap-shot of the journey undertaken and left to endure, a slice of bread in the loaf of patient care. I had found many bread crumbs from this individual to formulate a better perspective on his journey, far more reaching than any story that he could tell me would ever impact.
Baclofen clinic; wonderfully well and very swell. The name always sounded to me like it should be the name of a 1950’s lounge chair product, advertised with a classic black and whit e commercial. ‘Get yourself a tried and true Baclofen, and you will find your self ‘Back-Loafin’ in a jiff… isn’t that right Timmy? You bet sir… I sure am Back-Loafin’ swell!’. Putting that aside, it seemed ironic that perhaps what my clandestine mentor was riding in was indeed that product. However, apparently I came to find out a few months after this encounter that this Back-Loafin’ chair was not loafin’ enough for him. The pressure. No pain. Myriads of headaches later the emergence of a pressure sore showed it’s ugly face. Beefy and deep it bore through the tissue as if a donut were being filled with a gelatinous goodness. Although, instead of goodness, the filling of his bun was with that of a purulent puss.
He spent countless nights as an inpatient before and after the repair of his sore. Yet, it never failed that upon that service, as I served him and his needs, he was able to crack a new joke for me daily. In fact, it was I who looked forward to heading to his room to brighten my day and cheer me up. There I was with all my capacities relying on him for a capacity, a trait, a quality that I could not maintain; my spirits. Sure I could put on the typical fascade of feeling and appear all well and good on the outside [something that we all learn to do at one point or another because no one likes to show weekness or display the feeling of hopelessness for all to see] but reality isn’t always what it appears to be. Perhaps he felt similarly, or worse; I was unable to discern. However, the way he dealt with it and interacted with me made me feel inadequate in that I realized I wasn’t doing that for him. It seemed as if he was cued into me and knew that I needed a pick-me-up, a good laugh, or just some good non-medical conversation in brief. One of the duties that I feel that I take on is that of patient and interpersonal satisfaction and it was him providing me with that ever-so-important gift. It truly was a gift then and remains a gift that I strive to hone in on in a practical and individual basis.
But this isn’t about me. It’s about him. He improved and suffered his fair share through the fortnight or two and returned home and then back to me again, only this time months later. More headaches. More pressure. With a semi-pleasant surprise I cam upon him in the emergency department. I say semi-pleasant because it was second nature from prior encounters for a harmonious smile to be glued to my face, however I was saddened to worry whether or not he would have another long stay. Perhaps not this time, maybe another, hopefully none.
Although I do not know what becomes of him, I do know what becomes of the lessons he unknowingly taught me. His selfless attitude rubbing off on someone who homes to influence others just the same, it makes one take a step back, gather perspective and gaze through the looking glass, which now is not one sided, but two.


and now the poem:


Bodies in Motion

The human form dances in elegance as it sits solitary and stationary
The gyrations of small compartments that hand-in-hand form the synergy

Movements in physiologic normalcy
To counteract pathologic disharmony

Eyes do not see what ears do not hear what Pacini does not deem of palpable worth
Gaining balance in three dimensions while Scarpa’s ganglion exaults in the vestibule of mirth

The head spins while Pachioni formulates his place vaulted on high
Rhythmic and circular, draining and filtering in spider-like fashion with no legs in sight

Synapses made for rhythmic upper extremity Huntington appurtenances
Nissel liens and loans these movements in cranio-caudal distances

Dancer taps the ground in joyful agony breaking blood while breaking down
Left to the lien of the spleen to thank Heinz, Howell and Jolly for not being around

Dancing as still as time,
Everyone waits in line.



whomever reads this, i hope that you enjoy it. btw, happy belated b-day dad [april 9th] and 1 year anniversary to the newly weds april and rory hanlin [april 8th]. we all miss you... at least i do anyway.
love,
g

trivial matters...

so it comes down to double jeopardy yesterday during the whalloping of musc and mcg by the uscsom. and by double jeopardy i mean that with a category and a half to go we didn't even have to worry about answering any more questions for the entire game including final jeopardy in order to win the game. yep, going into final jeopardy the score was 10,000 to 2500 [mcg] and 1400 [musc]. it was a demolishing decemation unleashed in the musc audirorium in front of ones of people... i would say tens, but there were not twenty people there excluding the players that were in attendance of the match, i thus figured that pleuralizing 'one' would somehow sound more impressive... but alas, it somehow falls short. anywho, our team of daniel gillstrap [soon to be internal medicine resident at johns hopkins], ken iverson [soon to be ent [no not mythical creature of the tolkein novels] resident at mcg], courtney gleason [soon to be m4] and myself [soon to be plastics resident at kansas] was truly amazing and made our school proud. before the game began gillstrap and i had a little discussion where we decided that we hated jeopardy/trivia games that came down to final jeopardy/last question. we thus had the goal in mind of not really needing the final jeopardy question to be dicisive... and it wasn't... eventhough it was easy. the topic was endocrine and the question asked what made up the MENIIa syndrome. so our small wager didn't seem so impressive eventhough we got it right we were just being conservative to finalize the score at 11,000 to 5,000 to 0 [i can't believe they missed it!].
anywho, the musc team was made up of three soon to be ortho residents and a 4th of whom i am not sure and the mcg team was made up by 3 girls, one whom i met on the plastics interview trail is going to do general surgery in kansas next year [wicheta], one matched into neurosurgery at duke [probably a bright girl... but not for this trivia domination team] and the other i don't know.
ok, so that is probably way too much detail as to the trivia game... but in the end it was a lot of fun and afterwards we went to ken's friend's house on the water before we headed over to one of the ent's houses for a social in charleston. it was definately a pleasant experience before jb and i hit up downtown chucktown on sat. night... but that is another story for another time... good times i might add! preesh bro... your a rock star!
peace and love,
g
p.s. the pics are of april and i at various recent events... including AOA banquet, match day, post-match party and st. patty's day!... gotta love fatty mcfatterson!

crash this...

So, I would like to give a glorious update from this week past. It has felt so wonderful to know where I am giong and what I will be doing next year that I have felt relief to the point where a smile has been plastered on my face from ear to ear. However, this update will not be about the glorious week past, about the wonderful time at the AOA banquet, Match Day and St. Patty's with April. Nope, this is about the wonderful event that happed at the most inconvenient time possible [seriously 5:00 p.m. Friday is the worst time to get in a car accident] to mangle pieces of moving metal [well, I suppose that there is a lot of plastic these days in cars also].
I was driving down Divine street... 35mph-ish... minding my own, listening to some good 'Steve' on the radio. As I came upon the intersection where Yo Burrito meets The Whitney, I was casually going through the green light that I had when a little [ok not so little] old lady [senile perhaps?] decided that instead of waiting for me to actually pass through the intersection it would be better if she just accelerated into me in attempt to traverse through my car onto the other side and continue on her way. Yeah, so in accelerating into me, she didn't so much get through my car so much as crash head on into it. This is the first time that I have been in a serious accident that had the air-bags deploy and I can say that going that speed into a head on-ish collision, I am glad that I was driving a VW. The police, ambulance and fire-fighters were there right away... thankfully because my car did indeed catch fire [poor Driver -- what I call my car, f.y.i.].
Well, I thank my roommate Ben for being available as he came at the drop of a hat. When he got there we basically unloaded the contents of Driver into his vehicle and proceeded on home [after all the legality stuff was worked out, of course]. As we were heading home, I told Yocum that we had to go and workout like we had planned and that if we went home then I would probably get bored and go for a run anyway... when he realized that I was serious, he turned around and we headed to the stadium.
There with Chris Steddum, the two of us ran the stadium stairs [I ran a 10:30... which is not to bad for s/p car accident with a rehabbing hamstring [this is only the 3rd time I have run on it since I pulled it... 2 days ago 1/4 mile, yesterday 1.5 miles [easy] and today the stairs]] which felt pretty good, surprisingly.
So, anyway, here I sit, on the internet, now looking for both a house and a car... life is simple and life is sweet; I just that God that both I and the senile dorris are ok.
-Garry

MATCH DAY!!!...

Well, it is match day and I now know where I am going to be and what I am going to be doing over the next six years... yep...



Plastic Surgery in Kansas City!!!

Love,
G

pulled hammy... not hamming it up.

so, for the past few days i have been experiencing the joys of a pulled hamstring. this is something that, prior to sunday, i had not experienced before... this is one of those experience that i can say i would have been better off not having had a face-to-face [or leg to face or leg to whatever the hell else you want] encounter with.

so, yocum, ed and i were doing 300's at the ol' weems' baskin track at usc... the setting.
we adequately warmed up and ran the first one... 36 seconds [pretty darn good for me]... the set-up
feeling spunkily excited and exhilirated that i had run sub 37 for the first time since i was on the track team... i was hoping for a repeat on the second attempt. i was on pace through 200ish for this to occur when it felt like there was a bulldog riding on back of a lightning bolt that came up and bit me in the freakin' arse. and by arse i mean left hamstring. and by left hamstring i mean testicles and by testicles i mean left hamstring. you see, when this bull-bolt bit me it took away my balls and hamstring with one flailed [yes, flailed] swoop. i say this because it took me to the ground after a couple of 'fairy hops'. lucky i had some help and was treated with ice bags and rest upon the greenery that is the infield.

ah, since it has been a nightmare trying to walk anywhere... just putting any kind of stretch on the ol' hamster as it just sits there has caused that freakin' bull-bolt to come back on sporadic occasions... sucky. alas, it does feel slightly better on a daily basis, but i smarts that i cannot be physically running around... training for those ever-so-important weems' baskin sprint relays! hopefully i will be better in time, but i doubt it... only time will tell! thus, my new goal: lift my upper body a freakin' ton. i figure that this would be good for the hamstring if i put on some upper body muscle, this would then act like added weight resistance for the hammy to rehab against. yep... totally selfless.. do it for the hammy.

so, in conclusion, weight room... here i come!

love,
g

p.s. oh yeah... tomorrow is match day and i just might be slightly nervous, but i will post it up where i am going and what i am doing... so stay tuned --> MORE TO COME!

p.s.s. tonight was the a.o.a. banquet, btw, of which i will write about on the morrow or within a fortnight thereafter.

Match Awareness...

For those of you that care for up'diddily'dates...

I MATCHED!!!!

Whooooo-hooooo [jump for joy leprechaun-like kick]!

So, now in just boils down to the fact that I will be one of ten places, doing one of two things... well, i guess that at least leaves some excitement for thursday when i will find out the details as to 'what' and 'where'!
Also, now that I know I matched I am not hesitant to share my rank order list, where [PS = Plastic Surgery; EM = Emergency Medicine]...

1] Kansas [PS]
2] Utah [PS]
3] Chicago [PS]
4] Ohio State [PS]
5] Johns' Hopkins [EM]
6] Oklahoma [PS]
7] Orlando [EM]
8] Northwestern [EM]
9] Yale [EM]
10] Duke [EM]

So, it will be one of these I suppose... until thursday... either way, I won't be in columbia next year...

Love,
G

312

if you know me, i am a fan of a certain band... one removed form the title of this blog. however, although listening to the musical tones of this band brings me to a state of relaxation and comfort, adding 'one' to this band brings me to an opposite state of mind. i find myself worried, scared, confused and a little excited... for on monday, but two days away, i am to find out whether or not tues/wed is going to be hectic or just that much nerve-wracking.
wracking... such a great word... most like spelled in utter shamefulness since i have the phonetic capacity of a remedial second grader. wright? well, so it has been said... so let it come to pass. he who has messed up his life [april, you know how much] has spoken... and by spoken i mean clumsily pounded on this keyboard in an attempt of an organized fashion to create some sensical madness in phonetically-chronologic order.
wtf?
-g

dust...

smoke streams up in a wave
makeing love to the air moving in and out
wrapped around digital doughnut lips
metallic
hard

the sensual connection in fluidic serenity
as the ebb of the tide comes and goes in and out
eminating from pursed pillows of perfection
skin
soft

swirling in dissipation in an endless delta
melding unto the surroundings to become one
wrapping all in rancid embrace
particulate
coarse

dispersed to be set free
breaking the chains of laminar tyranny from within to be let out
close no more, no contact
smoke
dry

escape

?

i ask you... why does it feel so good? so wrong? and yet, so right?

i am on crack right now... ultrasound crack.

heart attack...

He walks with a gait so silent in the night
0bsessed with the way he carries his weight
Backed by worry, concern, fear but not hate
A chiseled force to be reckoned with in the moonlight
I want to fucking tear you apart

Creeping and guiding is this leader of men
So lovely and graceful to positions he creates
Late, early, he can not speak of what he hates
Silence remains on his lips unspoken
You fucking took me away from my heart

So split now from the skin he likes
Whispers surround his mind’s estate
Of words spoken on a former date
Distracts from the valor of commanded strikes
Why couldn’t I wait for this to fucking start

Distance growing for the soft breath to traverse
He listens for her, staring at the desert star
And takes command of his personal war
He whispers to his own conscience if this could be worse
I’ll look you in the eye and fucking tear you apart

Motivations estranged as they connect in a distance
Lips meet in words spoken but unheard
He grips his gun and utters his word
The next movement-moments he is in a trance
I want to fucking get back to your heart

A place or a plane find solitude in the air
Where miles do not get in the way
He knows that ‘there’ is where he cannot stay
Getting back to ‘here’ and the skin for which he cares
I don’t want to fucking restart

Climbing and falling he does not have a choice
He doesn’t know if this is going to pass
Or if it is something that may indeed last
But not; for it has been his last breath of uttered voice
You fucking took me away from my heart

merry marchness...

march 1st... the day, the one, the 3/1 the first of the month in which my fate will be decided upon come the ides. two weeks to the day from today, this day... such a day is this... today. today, oh today... you are sweet yesterday's tomorrow and how i had longed to be living yesterday when tomorrow shall became today.
sweet serenity of seruptitious silence full of scrupulous supersciliousness.. silence.. sleep. to slumber and shatter the shallow shimmering sunshine into sullen solitude. splendorful space. special seat among scientific sights. seeing and sounding. small. sureal.

the heavies and a heavy update...

well, here is the relatively quick version of the update on my week.
throw
ouch
tube
throw
lift
ouch
kiddies
etoh
ouch
bike
drive
boone
dinner

what that means i am not sure, but i suppose that i can expound on it somewhat.

to touch on work... same ol' same ol'. i was in a case about to intubate a patient... of course i had to have the md who has it out for me. everything was just freakin dandy and becasuse the guy has a history of gerd [not that i haven't intubated anyone with this before] the attending looked at the crna and said something along the lines of 'i don't really like this set-up... if you know what i mean [as he turned his head toward me". that was a bit awkward and then he finally said that he didn't want me to be doing this. WTF. seriously... wtf! how may times must i do something before this singular a-hole will let me do something. he has been the attending ere whenst this has happened. he also stated that he didn't want this person to have 3-4 laryngoscopies [i.e. tube tries with the blade] because of his history... so what is the next most logical and safe choice to go with this conservative perspective??? you guessed it. let's have the junior [1st year clinical] STUDENT CRNA do the intubation. that would be good... to forego having his lazy self do it or have the crna with 30 years of experience do the job. yep and as we continue with this ingenious logical plan based on prior statements he made to me, lets enjoy the show as the SCRNA misses the intubation and the crna has to take over. so, she missed the intubation anyway... and what would have been the difference if i would have tried and failed [not gonna happen] versus her trying and failing. simple. this guy favors crna's for some reason and greatly discounts med students.
i was a little boiled at this... not so much simmered, but more seethed at this little scenerio.... and i needed a way to bring my boil down [soundly like i have the plague or leprosy or something... bring my boil down, ha]
to do this, i called one of my frineds who owns a gym out in irmo, sc. he was an all-american hammer thrower for usc and has lately been throwing in 'The Heavies' as they call them at the Scottish Highland Games. there are various games throughout the country throughout the year to compete in and i decided that i would do some training with him a little bit and whatnot and throw things. well, just as a plug you can visit his and his dad's website... if you are interested in purchasing any gym equipment:

http://www.sorinex.com/

it is some good stuff and they are soon to be crossfit affiliated as well [whoo hooo... well, i know at least rory would be proud].
also, if you are curious to learn more about the scottish highland games, one of their websites is:

www.nasgaweb.com

so checkit out!!!
anywho... we threw the 56 lb weight for height and the 28 pound weight for distance on tuesday. it sure is a lot of weight to be tossing around and needless to say my back took a schalacking as the weight tossed me just as much as i tossed it. during my last throw a part of my hand decided that it was tiried of letting go of the heavy weight... apparently they formed a closely nit bond throughout the evening and my hand did not want to part yet again. so in order to avoid the bitter-sweet sorrows of departure the callus slilghtly proximal to my 5th digit flew off with the weight. i think that the blood in that region flew threw the air in order to try to catch up with it's recently departed love as well.
needless to say, however, if you know me, that i definatly didn't stop there. something to do with the callus inside my skull i suppose. so, i threw a few left handed, which went rather well. dad, you would be happy to know that bert is a fan of balance and believes in bilateral gains and thus attempts to be amphibious in throwing righty and lefty.
after i dabbed... and when i say dabbed i mean poured alcohol on the wound and cleaned it... i taped it up to proceed to do a little light [ha... light my ass] lifting.
in the end, all in all... it was a good workout and helped bring me well below simmer... simma-down-a... donna summers, nay... summers, donna

wedneday the ever-stressed-over ROL was due. i had a most definately had a panic moment someitme in the am. i headed up to the student lounge in a bit of a tizzy and called my sis [the FA... fat alcoholic] and stared at my list as she helped to talk me through why i put things in the order that i did in the first place. perhaps after the match has been done said i will place my ROL up because if the unthinkable were to occur and i were to actually match, it becomes a cow's opinion anyway... you know, a moooooo point. in the evening, to help distract myself, i proceeded to shave my head. bye-bye hairs on my head. well, not like they were exactly hanging around for the ride to begin with... they were slowly saying their good-byes so i just decided to assist them on their way out.
also, i mustn't forget that it was my mom's birthday today [wed feb 21st 07]. the big 23. this is impressive considering apparently i am 3 years older than my mom, however that works out. so, happy b-day mom... or belated b-day considering i am writing this 4 days after the fact.

thursday was monumentous for the simple fact that i did a lot of highland games stuff with bert and lifted with him and whatnot. to add to my soreness was my goal... and mission accomplished! i love working out at that gym... erika you really need to check it out with me sometime. maybe you can take some of your personal training client-elle over there... or not... thanks... good... i'm glad.
today was also my friend dave's birthday and we celebrated at flying saucer... good beer and good times. i think he was off the next am to denver to do some skiing. lucky dufe. hope that is going well for him... gosh that medical spanish rotation that he is doing must really be taxing.

i am not sure if i had informed people about my corrupting of the high school kids for 'role models in medicine' day at the usc school of medicine. many may argue as to 'wtf' am i doing as a role model of medicine... or perhaps i should be the one in the course as opposed to giving words of 'wisdom'. well, i say to those, pish-tosh and a barrell of pickled pigs feet. why i say that, i don't know, but it is the first thing that came to mind... if that says anything.
well, if i didn't mention the malfunctioning 1960's version of the ultrasound machine that didn't work the last time... this time we utilized the newly arrived 1980's verson. well, not that i can complain all that much since it actually worked this time and it afforded me the opportunity to talk less and to not have to make the sounds that the ultrasound would make by my own vocal cords.
some of the kids were pretty receptive and others weren't, but all-in-all i think it was a pretty good time.
after the corruption i played some video games with jb.... the crash master if you will, before we proceeded to have another evening celebrating the era from whenst my ultrasound machine came... the 80's. that's right, it was a mcfly night!

it was a late one... or an early one depending on how you look at it and i got a late start yesterday to boone, nc... home of the mountaineers, the 2005? ncaa d-1aa national football champs and former home of my mountain-like roommate for his frosh year of college.
april and i were to meet up and stay at the super 8 hotel... however a further encounter with a little bitchity-bitch prohibited us from staying there and going on a trek of our own to find a place to stay. the lady at the counter suggested that we head to the highland hills motel... because she said they have rooms. after some driving around to find this place, april and i pulled into a parking lot were they filmed the cinematic hit 'psycho'. i didn't know psycho was filmed in appalachia, but apparently it was... or at least it looked like it was. avoiding actually stepping foot into this gore-layden potential april called and found some rooms at the hampton in. thus, this lead me to believe that the first and original bitchity-bitch didn't actually know or look or take any effort into checking whom had rooms for the evening... she just figured that noone stayed at the highland hills so that always have rooms for the night. so, like i said, b-b. well, we stayed at the hampton and after a few cookies contianing morsels of chocolae and macademia [that is a wonderful word by the way which i need to expound on sometime] we went and had an enjoyable meal at Casa Rustica that consisted of some pasta purses [with pesto sauce... it was good, but it was no luigi's!], a 1/2 bottle of connundrum and some german chicken [chicken uffuzi or something.... it was just easier to call it german chicken as i dubbed it]. it was very tantalizing to the taste-bud-studded tongue [how do you like them alliterating apples!]. this was followed by a most wonderful dessert of some magnitude that i don't even know where to begin... somewhere around a tiramisu... or as april spells it tiri--no--tirimusa--no, flip it, tirimasu--no--tirm--no... well she eventually led me to hear spelling. so, tiramisu and some ice cream wrapped in chocolate with some pastries on each side. it was pretty good i must say. for the last 'course' we enjoyed the asu jazz group as we endulged in a cup of coffee... Coffee... COFFEEE.... coffee --huh huh. so good and relaxing was the evening.

so now, after breakfast i sit and type to update the week while april searches for dresses on ebay [well, rory, apparently she needs a dress for coming to my graduation... and i just invited her to our aoa induction dinner where she will probably desire another dress... so just a heads up from bro to bro you know] and then showers and such.

well, off to drive through the rainy day... hopefully the weather is better in columbia than in boone as bert and i are supposed to throw some this afternoon... if it's bad and we don't throw... i am sure that hellfire and brimstone will not keep bert from wanting to lift.

ta-ta and toodle-ooo for now,
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.... or as chris farley said to save time and space... supercalifragilisticexpialidoshe,
g-money

the OMV...

the theme here is based on a character in a popular book, read by a few people, name known to some. he goes by the name of adam... the first. if he were alive today he would be old [no shit sherlock, huh?]. nevertheless, though not as old as this minor player in human history, i am no college youth anymore. the topic is based on this quality, heightening such things as fine wines, vinegars, cheeses... and garry... age. well, yesterday, when going to the gym with every intention of succoming to my decrepidly elder ways and riding the stationary bike, i found myself meandering in a hypnotic daze into a wooden-floored space where 10 foot giants reign supreme. before i know it, i found myself on a team of 5 playing some good ol' hoops. well, needless to say, the 'cheesy and winey' qualities came out in me and my age shined through... in the better sense. i ran circles around a those youts [purposfully left out the 'h'] for 2.5-3 hours. though my shooting abilities are not to par as of late as i demonstrated for over 2 of those hours, i found that i could still 'play'... and by play, i mean run around in such a fashion that i don't look like a chicken with my head cut off... there seemingly seemed [at least to me] to be some purpose to what i was doing. then again, i feel like there is purpose to other various things that others may deem worthless and unnecessary... so that really doesn't say much now does it?
so, thoroughly sore, what better to do than the OMV...
omv... i.e. 'old man vault' was an event taken place at the sacred shrine that is the bubble, today. this was the pseudo-first time down the runway from a full approach since early last summer [mayish]. i say 'pseudo' because on tuesday i had that attempt to vault [see below's entry] where i came down the runway from a full approach [7 lefts] twice, one of which left quite the memory mark upon my ancient and easily bruising skin. the other one only proved that i could get into the pit... thus today was the one. it felt good... could have been better [as most things always could] but i wound up clearing 13 feet and wound up getting on a pole that i probably should have a couple jumps earlier on my attempts at 14 feet. i would say that hopefully i will be able to get this by the end of the spring... and 15 would be nice as well, but one step at a time.
anywho, just thought that i would throw that up here, and hopefully i will get the vids up onto youtube soon from the event... i preemptivly thank fred and vica for thier filming contributions and abilities.
have a beautimous evening,
love,
g

hip to the drip...

so, i am not sure what the hell the title means, but it just came out and i have no excuse since in could just go ahead and delete it... but alas, i really don't feel like it. maybe i should have said 'hip hurts' or 'blood drip' or something alon those lines that can also have more than one meaning but somehow not come across so absurdly, un-gorkable to most.

to coment quickly on the pics... april sure loves her 'dead guy' ale or 'old man' ale... whatever! she also very precariously loves to kiss her alcoholic beverages... find the answers not at the bottem of the glass will you, grasshopper.... only go down to the point that you can get back out! haha.

so, monday was awesome for me as far as work goes. i had the wonderful experience of throwing in a good 8 intubations, LMA, LTAs, including intubating a 6 month old [this comes into play later... i.e. today where the crna would not let me intubate a 1 month old and had her student do it. i think that she was a little biased towards her student... ok, i realize that i am just a med student, but she is a student as well and had to have a 1st intubation of a <3 mo old [no internet-heart pun intended], thus since i had been successful a couple of times with smaller and smaller kids, i thought it would be the next logical step... she didn't say that she would do it, but that her STUDENT would do it... i guess i just don't understand. well, i held it together and remained respectful and came to find out that she was the employee of the month for the hospital that i work at... i wouldn't have voted for her.... besides, it took the student crna 2 attempts to get the intubation. she stated that maybe if i was an ER resident and i needed the numbers that maybe then she would let me... wonderful... just flippin wonderful... so teach me after the fact when i could have a kid come into the er or icu and have not intubated a kid at such an age in a controlled setting and am forced to perform this task in the uncontrolled er... perfect logic... perfect... don't teach before, that woudl be too easy... to easy for future patients and situations... but leave it to her to not think about this. at least that was on my mind. can you tell i am a smidge-bit bitter... well, if not, good, becasue i am not anymore now that i got that little rant out of my system... i think that this was the loongest bracketed aside ever!]. anyway, so monday was good for that... and was a great day until the evening.... let me elaborate, shall i:
well, i was on my way to an aoa meeting [ironically enough as it turns out {no april, not a-ok}] where i was going to go and pick up some gas, well, at least have my car pick it up and then off to the meeting. the problem occurred on the way to the gas station when i heard the putter putter of that little golf struggilng to start from a stop light that i was at. sure enough it sputtered out like an old man with bph trying to pee, before it finally came to a stop in the middle of the road... situated in such a location that was not quite close enough to a gas station or close enough to get back home [not to mention the 1/4 mile hill i would have had to push it back up].
so, sitting in my car, i called my roommate, 'the goucho' if i may... and it took a good 20 min for him to get the fact that i called just shy of 6 million times [or so he tells me]. when he called, he was at the track with he who completes our 'old-man' trifecta of running, the EDster. well, he said that he would come right away, but nay i told him... nay. you see, 'the Ed' is currently on baby call and can not be deterred for too long at any one time from his duties [and understandably / rightly so]. thus i told the goucho to go ahead and do the workout whilst the ed was temporarily off baby duty and available to workout with someone. besides, by the time that the goucho would have gotten to me, ed would have been done, the sun would have been set and i already missed my meeting. so it seemed only logical that they got the workouts in... and i called one of the guys at the meeting and 'pseudo-teleconferenced' in my votes. so, it was all good. as it turns out i only sat in my car an hour and a half until help arrived. ahhh... it was nice to see the goucho and the gas can that he possessed. so, after driver [my car's name] had his little snack, it was off to home and ... yeah... that was about it for that day

then tuesday came and brings me to the point where the 'hip' came from. it was my first time gong back to a full approach on the pv runway since earlier last summer. yeah, let's just say my first plant didn't go so smooth.. ok, i didn't do a damn thing right, unless you consider flying into the fence next to the pole vault pit the correct thing to do. because, if you do, then i nailed exactly what was supposed to be done. with a nice bruise across my right hip, in proceeded to come down the runway again... because only pansies and smart people would have stopped at that point... it takes guts and stupidity [both of which i possess plenty of] to bring it down the runway after that. anywho, i did and it went well, but that is about all my hip could take for the day, and i was content to end on a mediocre note. hopefully this will give me the uplifting boost [no pun intended] to vault on saturday... or not so much. who knows, maybe i won't even jump this weekend as chris [friend and former teammate and roommate] is hosting 10 meets this year later on... an i definatly need the time.

i was then told that wednesday was singles awareness day or valentine's day, depending on how you view this culturally instituted, corporate america-introduced, commercially cheapened, money-moving 'hallmark holiday' of sorts. holiday? funny title to tag onto this day, the day of the death of st. valentine. i was a little curious as to the origin of the valentine's card, so i checked it out...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_day
anywho, the rest is history...

i suppose that is enough for now... off to find something to do with my afternoon... by something i mean food and by find i mean consume... and by 'by' i mean confuse... and by confuse i mean the opposite of apaulingly clear, i.e. GORK [check out m-w.com word of the day]

you know, if this wasn't already long enough i would love to blabber on about various such topics... but shall refrain for the time being... refrain from my inner desire to express in written form a feeling about something... whatever strikes my fance, i guess.
if y'all have a thought or are interested about my views/opinions on something, feel free to ask, drop me a line... poke me for freakin' sake - tee-hee!

well, this blog seems very 'much ado about nothing'... not surprising noting who it comes from...

oh, before i go, chris, yocum and i had some fun twirling on the rope and ring at the bubble... so check out my youtube [medicathle] as i posted the clip samplings of our 'thursday night live' fun at the bubble!

peace to all and love to teh same... i guess,
garry