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you know you’re getting old when…
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…

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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.

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Hi there friend, and welcome to my blog. I started writing on the internet two decades ago. Since then I've started and finished a PhD program, left the Mormon church and became a Quaker, got divorced, remarried, found full-time work in academia, took up rock climbing and outrigger canoeing, and traveled across the globe (China! Belgium! Italy! Chicago! Montana! Portland! Gettysburg! and oh-so-many points in-between). This blog is eclectic and random--it has poetry and cooking and books. And cats. And flowers. And the ocean (my ocean). But in that sense it's a good reflection of me and my wide-ranging, far-reaching, magpie curiosity.

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