Met my first passive-aggressive patient as a private practice physician. It's actually quite surprising given that I've been practicing for a year now. I figured I'd see a patient like this sooner or later. But she/he took the cake. Didn't have the decency to even say the vitriolic things to my face in the office during our first visit. She/he had to write a 4 page manifesto and fax it to our office manager the next day. I don't mind criticism. Everyone has their own opinion of my practice style. But to flat out lie about me in a letter and expect my office manager to take you seriously is laughable.
But I'm so tired these days from being in the office 12 hours a day, that I can't even muster the energy to fight back. All I can say is "Whatever."
But I'm so tired these days from being in the office 12 hours a day, that I can't even muster the energy to fight back. All I can say is "Whatever."
It's been awhile since I've posted anything.
For some reason, things have been moving at a very fast pace these months. I am equally urged to match the speed. I just finished the movie, "Last Night." It pained me a little. Maybe because it reminded me too much of my life. Or maybe I wish my life was as complicated as theirs. Don't know.
I dream these days with extreme vivid images. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or in another life. Must be the new bed and sheets. When I awake, I feel as if years have passed.
Life is so different when you meet someone you genuinely care about. And every moment we're not together hurts.
For some reason, things have been moving at a very fast pace these months. I am equally urged to match the speed. I just finished the movie, "Last Night." It pained me a little. Maybe because it reminded me too much of my life. Or maybe I wish my life was as complicated as theirs. Don't know.
I dream these days with extreme vivid images. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or in another life. Must be the new bed and sheets. When I awake, I feel as if years have passed.
Life is so different when you meet someone you genuinely care about. And every moment we're not together hurts.
interesting discussion on NPR about bands, we've split up with.
Looking back, there were bands that I thought would have so much promise. And I thought I would love forever. But there were more bands that I broke-up with than stayed with.
And on the flip-side I'm thinking now there were bands and hip-hop rappers that I thought showed promise but failed to produce anything good after 1-2 albums. So sad.
Looking back, there were bands that I thought would have so much promise. And I thought I would love forever. But there were more bands that I broke-up with than stayed with.
And on the flip-side I'm thinking now there were bands and hip-hop rappers that I thought showed promise but failed to produce anything good after 1-2 albums. So sad.
This Christmas season, for some reason, I haven't had that normal feeling of disgust. I actually am a little nostalgic about my Christmas past as a child and I am not as Scroogy or Grinchy this year. California is making me soft.
I accidentally opened up a neighbor's water bill today. I was careless and didn't look to see if the name on the envelope was mine. I usually assume my competent post-person never makes a mistake. Anyway, I felt bad and went to her apartment to return it. I waited till after 5PM, assuming she worked like normal people. When I got there, I wasn't expecting the third-degree investigation from her mother on the other side of the door. Apparently, people don't knock on doors these days. Human interaction can be scary for a lot of people. She wanted to know who I was, what I wanted, etc. I explained the situation through the door and clearly she didn't get it. She told me that I should wait for her daughter to get home. And so I asked, "When does she get back?" That prompted the mother to open the door and she said half-frightened and nervously, "Sorry, you scared me. I'm her mother. I'm just visiting."
Ok, I can understand if someone knocks on your door around 10PM or in the middle of the night. But seriously, it was almost 6PM. I thought I was pretty clear through the door that I wasn't a rapist or attacker. Or maybe I'm assuming too much. I guess, having been in TX and NYC for awhile, I don't have a problem with confrontation. People in CA have lost that personal closeness. In TX, people show some basic etiquette even if it's fake. In NYC, people tell each other what's on their mind all the time and they don't freak out about it much since it's universal. But in CA, I've noticed people are very suspicious of each other. Nobody is friendly anymore and can hold a regular conversation. Anyway, I thought I was clear I meant no harm and was very apologetic about opening up her mail. Oh well. That girl is going to wonder now who was the weirdo that took the time to deliver her mail in person.
Ok, I can understand if someone knocks on your door around 10PM or in the middle of the night. But seriously, it was almost 6PM. I thought I was pretty clear through the door that I wasn't a rapist or attacker. Or maybe I'm assuming too much. I guess, having been in TX and NYC for awhile, I don't have a problem with confrontation. People in CA have lost that personal closeness. In TX, people show some basic etiquette even if it's fake. In NYC, people tell each other what's on their mind all the time and they don't freak out about it much since it's universal. But in CA, I've noticed people are very suspicious of each other. Nobody is friendly anymore and can hold a regular conversation. Anyway, I thought I was clear I meant no harm and was very apologetic about opening up her mail. Oh well. That girl is going to wonder now who was the weirdo that took the time to deliver her mail in person.
My third day rolling at BJJ. I feel more comfortable grappling now. But I need to work on my flexibility. This body is getting old.
