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Dear World Tomato’s,

I have just eaten a tomato. I have heard all about your war again the humans which have consumed your kin for generation. Well I hereby let you know that I wil not stand for your mutiny nor your alliance (For the HORDE!!) with salmonella. I will put an end to this one tomato at a time…. but just in case I will be in the bathroom.

#8

Back in NYC to start my next rotation after a 2 week hiatus. Not looking forward to this one at all, but one more after this and I’m…. well, I just have to get there.

Are we that lazy

While at the office, and by that I mean Labor and delivery, doing my 24 hour (27 really) shift I was needed to scrub into a C-section. In order to get ready I made my way in to the OR area to get the hat and booty thingys I need to wear. To get there you have to pass through 2 large divider doors. I grabbed the handle and pulled it open, entering the cold and dimly lit hallway of the operation rooms. When a voice suddenly shocks me back to life (its 2am).

 ”You have to hit the button to open the doors!”

OK, since I didn’t hit the button to open the doors and opened one manually I must have done something wrong? Why is it that I must use as little physical energy as possible while opening doors? it was not a heavy door so the possibility of bodily injury was low, it was not electrified so that by touching it I would be lit up with enough juice to light up times square. I did not see any sign which indicated death by firing squad to next person who touched the holy door. Was this door somehow connected to the next 7 saw movies, and I had thus, unwittingly, just killed someone remotely by the most grotesque means possible?

Come on, its a friggen door! Who cares how I open it.

What was my retort? I opened up and calmly exclaimed “…ok.”

Fish with legs

Please look into this.

http://www.expelledthemovie.com/?utm_source=msn&utm_medium=ppc

Then read this, by Roger Moore

http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/entertainment_movies_blog/2008/02/is-ben-stein-th.html

Interesteing, follow the embedded links for more.

Really….

Perhaps you should look at the time that this post was…well, posted. It is not 5:22PM, a time which would be common place and not at all blog worthy. But alas it is 5:22AM. AM as in the morning, as in “why the hell am I up!” Will I ever remember writing this? Will I remember to spell check this, since I am sure that I must spell as well as the baby I just C-sectioned.

I am, currently, sitting at a desk in the Lenox Hill Hospital 6th floor OB/GYN residents lounge. A room inhabited by 3 men to mead out the gaggle, a room that more often resembles a frat house living room rather than an academia based eating place. But I am here, I am working (for $-40k I might add).

To add to the concept of the hour of this post I had a thought that I wanted to share, but after writing about the time (seemingly the intro) I forgot what I was going to talk about…I need sleep.