Friday Night Red Wine And Vodka Buzz. Ask me anything...

I've been watching The Crown, and crying uncontrollably. An entire world plunged into mourning over the death of the President of the United States.

It scarcely seems possible today...

I need you...

And I love you all...

When I was a kid, I used to play "The floor is lava."

I'm nearly fifty years old, and now I play "Before The Zombies Get Me".

Can I make it from the house to the car Before The Zombies Get Me?

Can I make it from the car to the office door Before The Zombies Get Me?

I'm just a kid at heart...

Friday Night Moscow Mule Buzz. Ask me anything.

Sure-fire way for a patient to get off on the wrong foot with me:

"Good morning! I'm a Physician Assistant. What seems to be the problem?"

"A Physician Assistant? So you went to a community college somewhere for three months, and now you think you're a doctor?"

Whew!

This guy must be the life of whatever party he walks in to...

I kept my cool and told him that the University of Washington School of Medicine isn't exactly a community college, and that the PA program is basically four years of medical school and an intership crammed into two years.

Still, I was tempted to test his aerodynamic properties by drop-kicking him out of the clinic.

I didn't.

First, Do No Harm.

I changed my mind: now I want Shakey's pizza.

Not just the pizza; the experience. The barnlike structure of the building. The long, low dark hardwood tables. The window into the kitchen where you could see them tossing the pizza dough. The one I grew up near in San Antonio would often hire a clown to entertain the kids. This was back before 'creepy clowns' became a thing.

Nothing like it...

You know what I want right now? Turn-down service.

I want some nice, polite person to turn down the covers of my bed, offer me a chocolate, and wish me good night.

It would be the capper of a rough week...

Friday Night Vodka-And-Hard-Cider Buzz. Ask me anything.

I forgot the 'ask me anything' part the last couple of times...