deep thoughts you know you’re getting old when… written by Jana January 31, 2006 Sore today. That nasty lump in my right shoulder that recurs every few months.Tiger Balm is my new best friend. Wishing Yvette was here right now because she has the magic fingers that can untie my knots… Share this:ShareEmailPinterestFacebookTwitterRedditPrint 1 comment 0 Facebook Twitter Google + Pinterest Jana previous post Make me smile… next post reading More Posts Like This One the piano paddling so fallible hole-y a great lover… creature A Room of My Own Easter, redux perhaps just one more 1 comment Dora February 3, 2006 - 7:05 am 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. Reply Leave a Comment Cancel Reply Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.