you know you’re getting old when…

A funny story about Tiger Balm. Back when I worked nights, we had a resident who was migraine-prone. On a particularly bad night, he annointed his head with TB, made a few phone calls and was in bed by 9pm … virtually unheard of for a medical resident. I ended up having to call him regarding a critical patient. The stench on the phone was overwhelming! When I clicked off, I pushed the receiver toward my preceptee, who was wondering why I was grimacing. She laughed, waved a “claw” in the air and “Rahr’ed” like a tiger. We were still laughing when he came on the unit. Now that resident is an ED fellow at my hospital, but Jaime still silently Rahr’s at me whenever he comes on the unit, and I laugh just as hard as that first night.

Anyway, here’s to the dissolution of knots and painfulness.