I'm down in Florida looking for a place to open up a practice with my business partner. It lloks like St Pete wins. Plus, it's awesome that it's in the 70's at the end of Dec. I'm reveling on the shorts and t-shirt weather.

Just got to do my birthday activity today. (It seems I can rarely surround myself with people on my actual birthday.) I went for a 3 hour canopy tour that included several zip lines , two sky bridges and a rappel.

So, I'm off to school to do a physical on a patient this afternoon after a nice lunch break at home. I go to turn right out of my apartment complex. I'm looking left for oncoming traffic. I start to go as I turn my head back around in the direction I'm heading, when I see a 15 year old girl on a bicycle riding the wrong way down the street. I slam on my brakes - no squeal of tires because I'm just not moving that fast - and stop short just as she runs into my bumper. She flips over my hood doing a complete 360 head over heels and lands on the other side of my car. Luckily, her friends who tries to move her don't. The medics braces her neck, immobilizes her, and takes her away in an ambulance. I am now currently a little numb from the rum. I'm glad the girlfriend brought over some coke to mix with, or I'd be retarded right now.
I remember having a conversation with a friend in NOLA about bikes and going the wrong way down a one way street. I told him it was dangerous, cause cross traffic won't look to stop at an intersection without a stop sign. If you go the wrong way, then you won't know which intersections that you need to stop at (like bicycles ever obey traffic laws), and a car could plow into them. He was of the opinion that cars should always look for bikes to come out of nowhere and stop for them.
It doesn't matter that this girl was riding against traffic to her mom who had to meet her at the hospital. It doesn't comfort me that I did nothing wrong. But God Damn It - if we all pay attention to the rules of the road - bikes included - then this kind of shit won't fucking happen.

So, in case you were wondering, "turbinate reduction" is as unpleasant as it sounds.

I went to Savannah for a few days this break. It was an amazingly beautiful city that reminded me of New Orleans. It may actually be prettier than NOLA. It seems like the whole city is one huge Garden District. Live oaks and spanish moss were everywhere on what seemed to be every street. There wasn't quite the same flavor, though. There wasn't the decay, the music, the spice, or the general laid back feel. It also rained the entire time I was there. There was supposed to be walking around and checking out the shops and stuff. Instead there was driving to the various places to eat. Also, toe shoes were acquired.

I just adjusted my first ever patient in student clinic today. Being in clinic makess this quarter feel completely different than all of my previous quarters, and it feels pretty fucking awesome. I do have to wear dress clothes all the time, but it's kinda turning out to be not so bad.

So, friend of mine noticed that my ass looks good while I'm in my gi pants doing yoga at yoga class. She decides that I need jeans that fit better so that I can better display this ass. I try to explain the folly of such a venture. I even relay the experience at the cowboy store with the Wrangler butt chart. She is convinced that they have to make pants to fit me, because I'm not the only one with the problems inherent in wearing tighter jeans. After this evening, she now knows the reason I wear pants two sizes two big. After two hours and over 20 different brands of jeans - sometimes with various cuts in the same brand. Three stores later, I now have two new pretty nice pairs of jeans. They are of course two sizes too big. I guess there is nothing left to do other than tailor.