tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192559512009-02-21T02:16:04.898-06:00Minh Ba, medicine and the midwestJimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-14512035902268187802007-04-14T10:25:00.000-05:002008-11-15T05:34:59.963-06:00New homeSince I've posted the blog of that last home that I wanted, that deal fell through, and I've been scrambling with trying to find a new home and getting all the mortgage paperwork approved. Actually, the deal never really happened, I offered, he countered by saying he's not budging from his price and was unwilling to pay any closing costs, so I had to back out. It wasn't a bad price for the house, but for what the property was valued at, I would have lost money on the resale. Unfortunately the guy who flipped the house got bad advice, bought a cheap property in a not so valuable neghborhood, and then put in too much money into it. If I had purchased the home, it would've been the 2nd highest home in the neighborhood at $120,000 the 3rd highest was at $75,000...too much of a difference. So I went back to Tulsa two more times by myself to lookfor homes, and had everything narrowed down to four. Salwa drove down with me on her way home to Arkansas last weekend to look at the houses and give me a second opinion. We stopped by the home I offered on earlier anyways, because she wanted a look at it, and on the way out there were several people staring at us strangely. Apparently it was the new "owner," he said that they hadn't put up a sign yet, but he had purchased it. I found out yesterday that the home offer fell through for him also, because the realtor called mine to see if I was still interested. My answer..."too late."<br /><br />I put down on a contract last weekend, and was up there yesterday for inspections. Just a few minor things to get taken care of my the seller, but overall, the inspectors were really impressed with the condition of the home. The closing date is May 8th, and I'm stoked that this home hunting is almost over, it has been quite stressful. The house is bigger than the last one and has an attached garage, which is a plus. It has 2 bedrooms with an office (can count as another bedroom to make it 3 because it has a closet), and one bathroom. The house is in a decent neghborhood, it was also flipped by the seller, but the neighborhood value is much better and will be good for resale. It is only two blocks away from Driller's stadium (minor league team for the rangers) so that's kind of nice. I tried taking some pictures, but for some reason I was a little retarded with the camera, and they don't do the home much justice, so I combined the pics with some of the listing realtors.'<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD1IwKYODI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oGCWj0CG5EI/s1600-h/706875_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD1IwKYODI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oGCWj0CG5EI/s320/706875_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053308312625887282" border="0" /></a>Front of the house<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD11AKYOEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_uxORImDNHM/s1600-h/IMG_1148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD11AKYOEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_uxORImDNHM/s320/IMG_1148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053309072835098690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />View of front door entrance into the kitchen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2BQKYOFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A0d8aSUctwg/s1600-h/IMG_1149.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2BQKYOFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/A0d8aSUctwg/s320/IMG_1149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053309283288496210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />View of front door entrance into living room<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2SgKYOGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MCjzz-dQwFk/s1600-h/lr330865-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2SgKYOGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MCjzz-dQwFk/s320/lr330865-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053309579641239650" border="0" /></a>Living room with faux designer fireplace<br />(Kinda gay... but what can you do?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2jgKYOHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QhXfLf-LnvI/s1600-h/IMG_1117.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2jgKYOHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QhXfLf-LnvI/s320/IMG_1117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053309871699015794" border="0" /></a>Close up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2xgKYOII/AAAAAAAAAE0/PFyQryfdvQc/s1600-h/lr330865-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD2xgKYOII/AAAAAAAAAE0/PFyQryfdvQc/s320/lr330865-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310112217184386" border="0" /></a>Dining room<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD25wKYOJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6ZQ5eqdMzYA/s1600-h/lr330865-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD25wKYOJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6ZQ5eqdMzYA/s320/lr330865-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310253951105170" border="0" /></a>Kitchen<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3BQKYOKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R23Hs5dnweo/s1600-h/lr330865-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3BQKYOKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/R23Hs5dnweo/s320/lr330865-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310382800124066" border="0" /></a>Kitchen view 2<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD5KQKYOSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e9qsn0cFWsk/s1600-h/IMG_1137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD5KQKYOSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e9qsn0cFWsk/s320/IMG_1137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053312736442202402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bathroom sink<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD5fQKYOTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y87jNjdRmNw/s1600-h/IMG_1136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD5fQKYOTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y87jNjdRmNw/s320/IMG_1136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053313097219455282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bathtub/shower<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3JAKYOLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAdvF6K-g6k/s1600-h/lr330865-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3JAKYOLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAdvF6K-g6k/s320/lr330865-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310515944110258" border="0" /></a>Master Bedroom with entrance into office/sun room<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3TwKYOMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jxjBYNxBRp8/s1600-h/lr330865-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3TwKYOMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jxjBYNxBRp8/s320/lr330865-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310700627704002" border="0" /></a>Office/sun room<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3cQKYONI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oWdMxvv9OPI/s1600-h/lr330865-8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3cQKYONI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oWdMxvv9OPI/s320/lr330865-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053310846656592082" border="0" /></a>Backyard<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3owKYOOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xt9F8pbF3Ko/s1600-h/IMG_1132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3owKYOOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xt9F8pbF3Ko/s320/IMG_1132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311061404956898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Backyard/toolshed<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3zwKYOPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yKmdqevJT3A/s1600-h/IMG_1133.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD3zwKYOPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yKmdqevJT3A/s320/IMG_1133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311250383517938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Backyard/firepit<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD4HwKYOQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7lgLtYLubvY/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD4HwKYOQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7lgLtYLubvY/s320/IMG_1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311593980901634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Back of the house<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD4UAKYORI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Pi5EKVdK2Ik/s1600-h/IMG_1135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RiD4UAKYORI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Pi5EKVdK2Ik/s320/IMG_1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053311804434299154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Back of the house facing the office/sun room<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-1451203590226818780?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-24632977430331134562007-03-24T21:41:00.000-05:002007-03-24T21:43:16.960-05:00Grady's AnatomyIf you get a chance to watch an hr long special on CNN called Grady's Anatomy, you should give it a shot. It will be on tommorrow night (Sunday) at 8ET. It covers the lives of four real medical residents, one of them graduation from my school last year and is now starting his surgery residency at Grady Hospital in Atlanta. Not quite as drama filled as Gray's Anatomy, but definitely a good 1hr schpiel to check out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-2463297743033113456?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-5338225731949406722007-03-22T13:32:00.000-05:002007-03-22T13:34:27.947-05:00Europe adviceI will be heading to Europe, specifically Italy, Switzerland, Prague and Southern Germany for a month after graduation. I am in charge specifically of looking up stuff for Southern Germany, but any advice on places to go, things to see or where to stay, or travel advice in general would be nice. Since every one of you guys seem to have traveled the globe after graduation, I thought I could elicit some help.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-533822573194940672?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-22960161760772210432007-03-21T14:24:00.000-05:002008-11-15T05:35:01.106-06:00House hunting and mortgage woesSo I spent the last weekend over St. Patty's day looking for homes in Tulsa. After burning through nearly 30 homes, I'm spent. I narrowed it down to about 3 or 4 homes, with 1 that I thought was promising and 2 that are real nice, but maybe a little too far away from work.<br /><br />The house I found is a small bungalow that is 5 minutes from the hospital, 1200Sq ft or so, with 2 bedrooms and 2 baths. Here is my dilemma: the seller is asking $120,000, which is definitely not bad, but I called the county assessor to verify a few things, and they told me that the house was purchased a year ago at $34,000 and now has been valued at $60,000. The owner claims that he did $50,000 in renovations, and it definitely looks nice, but I don't want to pay too much if I can't unload it in 5 years when I leave. On top of that, the bank won't lend me more than the appraisal value. It is also on the high end for houses in the neighborhood, with the majority selling from $60-$75,000.<br /><br />Here are a few pics of the house:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKBp7khPI/AAAAAAAAACY/ErzN0TYpxNI/s1600-h/lr329085-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKBp7khPI/AAAAAAAAACY/ErzN0TYpxNI/s320/lr329085-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044464818671879410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKSJ7khRI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q4J0wOBwqGU/s1600-h/lr329085-9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKSJ7khRI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q4J0wOBwqGU/s320/lr329085-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465102139720978" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKXZ7khSI/AAAAAAAAACw/W9B7-fc5QrY/s1600-h/lr329085-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKXZ7khSI/AAAAAAAAACw/W9B7-fc5QrY/s320/lr329085-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465192334034210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKap7khTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6BmTzVfoEvs/s1600-h/lr329085-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKap7khTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6BmTzVfoEvs/s320/lr329085-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465248168609074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKdZ7khUI/AAAAAAAAADA/WbHbNn2yCn0/s1600-h/lr329085-12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKdZ7khUI/AAAAAAAAADA/WbHbNn2yCn0/s320/lr329085-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465295413249346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKlp7khWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gm70x5gO2k4/s1600-h/lr329085-14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKlp7khWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gm70x5gO2k4/s320/lr329085-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465437147170146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKqZ7khXI/AAAAAAAAADY/N8SRo7U6oUQ/s1600-h/lr329085-15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RgGKqZ7khXI/AAAAAAAAADY/N8SRo7U6oUQ/s320/lr329085-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044465518751548786" border="0" /></a><br />The next step I guess is to make an offer, but I have to figure out the whole mortgage thing. I'm trying to apply for physician loans, because I don't have any income, these loans are the only ones that will allow me to have no down payment, and will let me close up to 60 days before I even receive a paycheck. Problem with this is that most of them require some combination of a credit score of 700. Some will take the middle number out of the three credit bureas, an average of the three, or just use the FICO score. My FICO score when I check a month ago was a 683, with various discrepancies on my credit report. I have fixed it with transunion and experian, but equifax is really starting to piss me off. Both the Transunion and Experian scores are above 700 but my Equifax score is at 640, and is what is killing me. For some reason, my credit report from them has no activity on all my accounts, it was like they are too lazy to gather any of the information. It is impossible to find a number or way to talk to someone from Equifax, so I have placed disputes online, and now I'm just crossing my fingers and seeing what happens. Has anyone else had problems like this or any idea of what I can do?<br /><br />My timeline is closing in. I need to be moved by the first weekend of May, so that leaves me about 2 weeks or less to find a place and get things rolling.<br /><br />I can't wait till this crap is over with and I'm hanging out in CA with everyone. This blows.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:-1;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-2296016176077221043?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-54465675600769277242007-03-14T20:14:00.001-05:002008-06-16T09:00:10.083-05:00March MadnessIt's that time of the year again, when the brunt of my spare time from Thursday to Sunday will be spent glued to the tube. I am taking part in 4 different brackets this year, one that I'm doing just for fun, and the other three in hopes that I might actually make some money this year. One bracket is with Schaefer and peeps from back home, which he e-mailed a few days ago about splitting the winnings and making 50% go to a charity, specifically the Leukemia and Lymphoma society. I think this is a great idea, and with so many people running office pools, we could fundraise so much money for charity if everyone donated a portion of the tournament pool money. The other two brackets are with the orthopedic clinic and the anesthesiologists at the hospital. An interesting stastic that I heard on the news is that American companies are projected to lose nearly $4billion in wages and productivity from distractions caused by the NCAA tournament. I know that the next following weeks, in clinic and in the OR, we will definitely be slowed down. My attending joked today that turnover time is going to be ridiculous for our Thursday and Friday surgeries.<br /><br />This year I had intended to go to the final four, when I won tickets through the NCAA lottery, but with all the expenses I've accrued this year with traveling and the upcoming Europe trip, I had to pass, and instead had to sell my tickets. My $200 investment turned into a $1000 profit, so I'm not too terribly disturbed.<br /><br />On other news, I ran a 4 mile early St. Patty's day race last weekend and finished at around 45 minutes. Pretty piss poor for most people, but damn good for me.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This weekend is the start of house hunting. I'm going to head down to Tulsa on friday to start the search, hopefully I'll have a good idea by the time I leave on Sunday, by miracle maybe I'll find a home before I leave.<br /><br />Hope everyone is doing well. Have a fun and safe St. Patty's day, and hopefully I'll see most of you guys in a month for Meathead's wedding.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-5446567560076927724?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-14757257053144053622007-02-18T19:19:00.000-06:002008-11-15T05:35:01.513-06:00Happy New YearChuc mung nam moi! To all that may not know, today marks the beginning of the year of the pig. I hope Shaefer and Davis are having a good time celebrating the new year in the homeland, it should be a blast. There is really not much to do out here in North Carolina for Vietnamese/Chinese new year (They should just lump it together as Asian New Year), so I decided that I would go to the Duke vs. GTech game instead. Obviously since my prior prediction of the Husky's game was erroneus, I decided that I would just keep my mouth shut in deciding beforehand who might win this game. It was somewhat of an interesting game to attend. It was one of the few games in the last 11 years that the Bluedevils weren't ranked in the top 25. The other game was earlier on this week against Boston College. Go figure...I arrive at Duke and they lose four games in a row to get dropped out of the top 25. More importantly though, was that it was Coach K's 700th win. He has been at Duke for 27 years! Longer than I have been alive. Most people didn't realize it until the end of the game, amidst the mad rush to get out, the announcer halted everyone for an important message, to present coach K with the game ball for his 700th win.<br /><br />The game itself was a great experience to have. I went with McCarthy since Uhlman and Devo were too busy studying for their test on Monday. We crowded into the grad student section about 8 rows back from the basket. The entire game consisted of nonstop cheers. A few consisting of, or ending with, "eat shit," but most of those were directed at North Carolina...even though we weren't playing them?!?! Who knows...probably for the same reason that most of our cheers involve a "fuck wazzu." The atmosphere was great to be a part of. Cameron indoor isn't that big, and when all the ticket holders are seated, they let in all the standby fans in for free to completely fill the house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/Rdj-XoJAMnI/AAAAAAAAABk/DbaINArGFgg/s1600-h/Duke2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/Rdj-XoJAMnI/AAAAAAAAABk/DbaINArGFgg/s320/Duke2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033052265452155506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/Rdj-XoJAMnI/AAAAAAAAABk/DbaINArGFgg/s1600-h/Duke2.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/Rdj_L4JAMpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pp8tZMvFDdQ/s1600-h/IMG_1048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/Rdj_L4JAMpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pp8tZMvFDdQ/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033053163100320402" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-1475725705314405362?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-43033374494305358172007-02-17T12:46:00.000-06:002007-02-17T12:51:53.703-06:00Game timeI am going to call it now before the game starts: UW 76 - Pitt 72. The loss to Washington St. still pisses me off, I think we could have won the game if it wasn't for Dentmon. We should be able to pull this one off if Dentmon and Appleby can play with out sucking. Anyways, I'm headed to watch the game with Uhlman and McCarthy at a friend's house, so I thought I would just throw out the wild prediction.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-4303337449430535817?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-25275952850769735902007-02-15T17:39:00.000-06:002007-02-15T18:07:25.628-06:00The education that we receiveToday I got a chance to talk with Victor, a radiology resident from Madrid, Spain. He is spending the last three months of his medical education over here in the states learning radiology from the physicians at Duke. We had some down time today so I talked to him about several things, including trying to get some advice for my Europe trip after graduation. I figured that because he's from Spain, he has probably traveled to Italy, Switzerland and Germany....the places I plan on going. Unfortunately, it appears he mainly stays within the confines of Spain. Strangely enough, when I asked Gauthier about Europe, for someone that grew up in Madrid, he said the exact same thing. You would think living that close to each other you would spend time exploring...but maybe that's just an American thing. Luckily when I mentioned the possibility of going to Ibiza (with little Shader) his eyes lit up, and he insisted that he get a chance to write up some great clubs and beaches to go to while I am there. Of course I couldn't refuse. I tried throwing around Schaefer's name too, since it's a household European name by now, but Victor doesn't pay much attention to poker, so it was useless.<br /><br />After I tried to get some traveling tips and ideas from him, I decided to ask about the medical education process in Spain. It is very different from how things are set up here. In Spain, right after highschool, you take a standardized test to get into medical school, this counts for 50% of your acceptance criteria, the other 50% coming from your grades. The medical schools as well as law schools all function like this, with no intervening "undergraduate" requirements inbetween. These grad level courses are also public institutions, with the tuition being roughly about $500 a credit, which is basically nothing in comparison to what we pay in the US. After 6 years of medical school, you take another standardized test, this time it counts for 75% of your acceptence criteria to get into a residency program, the other 25% again from your grades. With these results, they rank you in order (all the medical students in the country) and you take turns choosing what specialty and where you want to go. Once the specialty or residency position fills up, you are out of luck. <br /><br />I wonder if that system is any better than the one we have in the US. We also take standardized tests, and our grades are utilized, to get us into college, but this is just to get into an undergraduate college. Again you take more tests, the MCATs or the LSATs, count the grades, and throw in the interview and essay, and you have the graduate level entrance. Is that really necessary. It seems like in other countries, people know what they want at an earlier age. They decide their careers by the time they are done with highschool. In the US, we have 5th year seniors in college still "undecided" of their majors. Why is this so different? Is it the quality? India is very similar in having highschool graduates take exams and go straight into medical school. They have some of the best physicians and engineers in the world. <br /><br />Is it then our culture? I say all the time, that I wouldn't give up college and that it is where I have grown up the most. It also wasn't until college that I decided on what I wanted to do. But would that change, if there were greater pressure to decide earlier? <br /><br />In these other countries they are often into the working world helping, treating, serving before they are 30. Here in the US we seem to place an added emphasis on more and more education. At first all you needed was a highschool diploma, then you needed a college degree and then a masters. Even with orthopedic surgery, you need to specialize now in order to differentiate yourself from the rest. Why have we placed such an emphasis on spending so much time to receive what people consider "a better education?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-2527595285076973590?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-46222617865823210142007-02-12T11:56:00.000-06:002007-02-12T12:00:30.136-06:00It's official!Today my future became clearer, at least for the next 5 years. Today was the osteopathic match for intern/residency programs. I opened my e-mail today to this:<br /><br /><br />"To: JIMMY B. DANG -<br />This message provides you with your Match result for the AOA Intern/Resident Registration Program for positions beginning in 2007.<br />Congratulations!<br />You have been matched to:<br />Institution: OKLAHOMA STATE UNIVERSITY MED CTR<br />Program: CMB:T/ORTHOPEDIC SURGERY""<br /><br />So it looks like I'll be staying out in the midwest for 5 more years, but you can count on me coming back to the NW as soon as I'm finished. Now it's on to house/condo searching...anyone have $125,000 to loan me?!?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-4622261786582321014?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-91432659872791547102007-02-05T19:49:00.000-06:002007-02-05T19:58:55.718-06:00North CarolinaSo I lied about blogging about NY last week. I was lazy. I will do it sometime soon, but I just started my rotation today at Duke. I am doing a month in Musculoskeletal Radiology to hone my skills of reading plain films and MRIs. So far it has been really good, there is lots to see and many good lectures to take part in. I lucked out and arrived the same week they have a week long lecture series on Musculoskeletal MRI put on as continuning medical education (CME) credits for local physicians. Being a student, I pay nothing for the lectures, I just get to sit and absorb. I am very impressed so far; Duke has an amazing medical centerwith over 800 beds.<br />It is definitely nice to be out here with some familiar faces. I'm staying with Devo at his place this month. Last night when I got in, we went to Uhlman and McCarthy's place to watch the superbowl. It was great to see them, and I'm sure I'll be spending much more time with them soon. Not too many plans so far but to attend as many bball games as possible and explore North Carolina. I've got one game lined up, since Devo managed to round up two tickets to the Duke/Wake game. We have other plans to go to Raleigh and see a NCState game and maybe a UNC game in Chapel Hill. Just the kind of things I need to do to prepare for March Madness. We might even throw in a trip to D.C. one of these weekends and maybe even the Kritsonis can come down from his lair in Virginia Beach. That's all for now, another update soon. I promise...really....I do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-9143265987279154710?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-8395740514290235782007-01-25T14:55:00.000-06:002007-01-25T15:02:59.446-06:00I'm back...sort ofAllright....since everyone else seems to be blogging more frequently than me, I promise to update everything soon. I am on my way out of NY either tommorrow night or Saturday early morning I will start the long drive back to Missouri. I have a week in-between my next rotation out at Duke, so I will use that week to prepare for my next rotation and recap my month in NY with plenty of blogs. I've got lots of pics and stories to recap so I'll break the month up "Boyd" style, so it'll be easier to digest. Hope things are going well for everyone, and I apologize to anyone that I mentioned possibly coming back in March to rotate in Seattle. Unfortunately, the physician I was trying to set things up with informed me recently that he won't be able to accomodate me. He has other committments that month (mainly traveling with the Mariners for Spring Training). At the same time that news hit, and I started to worry about not having a rotation in March, I received notification today that I have one set-up with a local orthopedic group within walking distance of the apartment that I'll be staying at. So it looks like after North Carolina, I'll be finishing up my year in KC for three months until I graduate in May. In between I have a few trips planned...mainly weddings and then post grad --> Europe --> the real world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-839574051429023578?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-20650613765584667412006-12-28T11:14:00.000-06:002006-12-28T11:18:12.213-06:00What in the hell with all these ads?It's called I'm broke...so now I'm shamelessly advertising. So click on the links at the top and right hand side of my page and pay for my education.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-2065061376558466741?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-77956619274448246022006-12-27T20:00:00.000-06:002008-11-15T05:35:03.689-06:00Random picsI picked up a few old pics of my family and I, scanned electronically when I was back in Vancouver, so here they be along with some recent ones from last weekend:<br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMkFufYWYI/AAAAAAAAABs/8eUuHnWnn3w/s1600-h/SWScan00007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMkFufYWYI/AAAAAAAAABs/8eUuHnWnn3w/s320/SWScan00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013390490991090050" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Little Jimmy and Julie</p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMkTOfYWZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vpqTTgtWGaA/s1600-h/IMG_0682.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMkTOfYWZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vpqTTgtWGaA/s320/IMG_0682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013390722919324050" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">All grown up</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNNX-fYWeI/AAAAAAAAADk/A07eLsESJfg/s1600-h/Picture+080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNNX-fYWeI/AAAAAAAAADk/A07eLsESJfg/s320/Picture+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013435884500441570" border="0" /></a>Pops handling my weight<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMl4-fYWaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I7_opS2HAP8/s1600-h/IMG_0684.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMl4-fYWaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I7_opS2HAP8/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013392470971013538" border="0" /></a>A little harder to handle now<br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNNp-fYWfI/AAAAAAAAADs/1vbnrqOpFik/s1600-h/Picture+106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNNp-fYWfI/AAAAAAAAADs/1vbnrqOpFik/s320/Picture+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013436193738086898" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The family in the early 80s</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMmI-fYWbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0yiA2xj8Azc/s1600-h/IMG_0685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMmI-fYWbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0yiA2xj8Azc/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013392745848920498" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">The family now</p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMmYufYWcI/AAAAAAAAADE/DbP0FJhUCjE/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMmYufYWcI/AAAAAAAAADE/DbP0FJhUCjE/s320/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013393016431860162" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Group of cousins picking on me and my pimp Eskimo outfit</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOAufYWgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5opJJl6NJBM/s1600-h/Picture+063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOAufYWgI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5opJJl6NJBM/s320/Picture+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013436584580110850" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">A little older</p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMms-fYWdI/AAAAAAAAADM/hphjoJ1j7e0/s1600-h/cutoutsidecopy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMms-fYWdI/AAAAAAAAADM/hphjoJ1j7e0/s320/cutoutsidecopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013393364324211154" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Most recent photo of the group (4years ago)Family</p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOKufYWhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Liaf7wat_p0/s1600-h/Picture+059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOKufYWhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Liaf7wat_p0/s320/Picture+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013436756378802706" border="0" /></a>The clan back in the day</p><br /> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOTefYWiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KV-6C4Sdw2g/s1600-h/Picture+107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZNOTefYWiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KV-6C4Sdw2g/s320/Picture+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013436906702658082" border="0" /></a>A decade later (Check out my dad, Mau, the prankster taking center stage of the photo)<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-7795661927444824602?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-3791765892823338772006-12-27T19:39:00.000-06:002008-11-15T05:35:05.505-06:00The Longest BLog Ever WrittenThis may be the longest blog ever written (at least for me it will be), but my flight to Minneapolis from Portland is 3½ hours long and I forgot to bring any movies, so I’ll just draft this blog up while I have the spare time.<span style=""> </span>I apologize in advance for the length, but if you are bored at work, it will give you something to do, maybe something to learn, and maybe something to reflect on.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />First off, I hope everyone had a good holiday with their family, and are getting pumped for the New Year.<span style=""> </span>I’m usually pretty indifferent to New Years Eve and all the random festivities that accompany it.<span style=""> </span>I feel like at this point in my life I would rather be spending it at home with close friends (damn this getting old and getting lame).<span style=""> </span>A few days ago I thought about the most memorable New Year’s Eve that I had.<span style=""> </span>It was probably the New Year that was spent down in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Pasadena</st1:city></st1:place> for the UW vs. Purdue Rosebowl game in preparation for the year 2001.<span style=""> </span>I remember the details vividly, everything from spending the evening with Inoue and Blum at the LA Sports Arena and Coliseum where we rung in the New Year, “raving” to our hearts content; the next morning as we wandered back to the hotel to hear the stories of drunkenness (mainly Shaefer) that ensued during the night; and of course the game, which we were able to enjoy watching UW run all over Purdue.<span style=""> </span>Curious to see what New Year’s Eve memories you guys have that you would consider the most memorable.<span style=""> </span>This year will likely be another one for the books.<span style=""> </span>I will be in <st1:place st="on">Times Square</st1:place> celebrating it with a few friends and thousands and thousand of strangers corralled between the busy streets of NY.<span style=""> </span>Not sure what to expect, I’ve heard from many of the NY locals that it sucks <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> you’re stuck in one place for 7-8hrs, with no food/drink/place to pee; but hell you have to try it once in your lifetime, right?!?<span style=""> </span>I’ll be sure to post many pictures of the evening, and my month in NY.<span style=""> </span>I leave tomorrow for <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">St. Louis</st1:place></st1:city> and then Friday I will start the drive with Jill to NY.<span style=""> </span>Although everyone thinks it’s crazy that we’re driving, it’s only about a 14hr. drive per Mapquest. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t have any pictures electronically on file so here are a few favorite pics/memories from New Years in 2004 and 2005:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMg7OfYWMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z0Hv3mLrLYc/s1600-h/ebebirthday5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMg7OfYWMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z0Hv3mLrLYc/s320/ebebirthday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013387012067580098" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Inoue’s place to ring in the 2004 New Year</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhJ-fYWNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2WkudKCIwFU/s1600-h/ebebirthday8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhJ-fYWNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2WkudKCIwFU/s320/ebebirthday8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013387265470650578" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Me, Green and Mike (2004)<br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhV-fYWOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4tzp0XQqj_w/s1600-h/ebejimmyjason.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhV-fYWOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4tzp0XQqj_w/s320/ebejimmyjason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013387471629080802" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Mike, Me and Inoue (2004)</p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhjufYWPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nEMRcrwAPqc/s1600-h/272134485_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMhjufYWPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nEMRcrwAPqc/s320/272134485_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013387707852282098" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Still one of my favorite pics from the 2005 New Year</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now to backtrack, my blog flow sucks, but I’ll quickly recap my “winter vacation” home and the horrors of flying during the holidays.<span style=""> </span>Originally, I was supposed to fly home to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Vancouver</st1:city></st1:place> last Friday on the “GREATEST” airline ever…that would be Northwest Airlines. <span style=""> </span>I’m sure you have heard me bitch about it before, and how I’ve sworn off flying this horrendous airline, but again low fares and a nearly empty pocketbook, keeps me coming back.<span style=""> </span>Anyways, the original flight was to go from KC<span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> Minneapolis (Northwest’s main hub) <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Portland</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style=""> </span>Unfortunately, the whole <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Denver</st1:place></st1:city> fiasco sent a ripple through the rest of the flight world, delaying the transport of planes and/or crews to their desired destinations.<span style=""> </span>So with my wonderous luck, I decide to check my flight status before leaving the airport, relieved to see that it was “on-time.”<span style=""> </span>The minute I arrive to the airport, the flight is listed as delayed for two hours for a minor technicality: lack of an aircraft.<span style=""> </span>The two hours left me with a whole 1 minute window to catch my connecting flight to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Portland</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style=""> </span>I am a quick…but not that quick. <span style=""> </span>As I waited to see if the Minneapolis<span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> Portland leg might be delayed, the KC<span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> Minneapolis leg kept getting delayed further.<span style=""> </span>It got delayed so long, that the incoming flight crew would not be able to fly out at all that night due to a mandatory rest period.<span style=""> </span>This left me with no option but to reschedule to see if I could get out the next day, one of the busiest flight days: two days before Christmas.<span style=""> </span>I was able to sequester a flight the next day through Midwest to <st1:city st="on">San Antonio</st1:city> for the first leg and then from San Antonio<span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> Denver <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">à</span></span> <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Portland</st1:place></st1:city> on United.<span style=""> </span>At this point I didn’t care about all the connections, I just wanted to get home.<span style=""> </span>Since we are discussing flights, I do have to give props to <st1:place st="on">Midwest</st1:place>.<span style=""> </span>It is probably one of the best airlines that I have ever flown.<span style=""> </span>The airplanes are very roomy and the service is very excellent.<span style=""> </span>That leg was no problem.<span style=""> </span>The newest problem arose in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">San Antonio</st1:city></st1:place>, as I was to board the United flight.<span style=""> </span>Apparently, the Northwest ticket agent screwed up the reservation for me and when I reached the ticket counter 5 minutes before the flight was to take off, they did not have a seat for me.<span style=""> </span>So my luggage thus was headed to <st1:city st="on">Portland</st1:city>, and I was to be stranded in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">San Antonio</st1:place></st1:city> for the night.<span style=""> </span>Luckily they provided me with a hotel room and some cash for food, but it still was a pain in the ass.<span style=""> </span>Two days down, and still not home yet.<span style=""> </span>The next day (third times a charm) I finally made it home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One more gripe about Northwest Airlines, on the flights back to KC, I was reminded again of their stupidity.<span style=""> </span>Both flights were with rather large aircrafts and for the most part were entirely booked.<span style=""> </span>Who then was the smart one on both flights that decided that the best way to board the plane was to say, “Now boarding all rows.”<span style=""> </span>Genius.<span style=""> </span>Pure genius.<span style=""> </span>It took at least ½ an hour each time to load the plane.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was good to see my parents and my sister and her fiancee.<span style=""> </span>It has been a long time since we have all been home at the same time. I was pleasantly surprised to see everyone get along real well.<span style=""> </span>I think my mom is warming up to him, over dinner I even heard her teaching him some Vietnamese sayings.<span style=""> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMiJefYWRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/41NT7zGoBlk/s1600-h/IMG_0688.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMiJefYWRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/41NT7zGoBlk/s320/IMG_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013388356392343826" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;">The new family addition </div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I missed our annual family get together, due to the flying fiasco, to remember the passing of my grandparents; that was on Saturday night.<span style=""> </span>But on Sunday was a gathering at my aunt’s house to introduce my cousin’s new fiancée, so I was able to catch up with most of my family members then.<span style=""> </span>It was good to see everyone, but I feel so much like an outsider now at these functions.<span style=""> </span>It’s hard to explain, but I don’t really feel like I belong there.<span style=""> </span>A. I don’t really know any of the little rugrats that are running around; what their names are or even who they belong to.<span style=""> </span>B. My Vietnamese sucks, and although I understand it pretty well, speaking it is a whole other thing.<span style=""> </span>With my older relatives, they always give me a disappointed look when they speak to me and I can only reply back in really broken Vietnamese or in straight English.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pictures from the shindig:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMifefYWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WwDoq8OTBLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMifefYWSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WwDoq8OTBLQ/s320/IMG_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013388734349465890" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">My mom and her little brother</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMiyOfYWTI/AAAAAAAAABE/kRbsQbtnV-M/s1600-h/IMG_0705.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMiyOfYWTI/AAAAAAAAABE/kRbsQbtnV-M/s320/IMG_0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013389056472013106" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">My aunt Binh and my cousins Richard (engagement party and father to be) and Caroline</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjBOfYWUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ACe270Nd9OI/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjBOfYWUI/AAAAAAAAABM/ACe270Nd9OI/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013389314170050882" border="0" /></a>Me and my aunt<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Monday morning we exchanged gifts…or more like I accepted gifts (It doesn’t count for an exchange if you don’t provide any gifts yourself). I got the usual cash for a Christmas present from my family (this year they finally stopped writing “from Santa Claus;” funny how Santa has always shared a checking account with my parents), something I can definitely use at this time.<span style=""> </span>My sister gave me a bunch of random things, but my favorite gift was the little Vietnamese coffee maker ½ pound of Vietnamese coffee from my uncle’s coffee company that she brought back from her trip last year to <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Vietnam</st1:country-region></st1:place>.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Another highlight of the trip was getting to see my parents’ new computer shop.<span style=""> </span>They had converted one of our rental homes into a little workshop. <span style=""></span>Things have been going real slow for them in the first three months.<span style=""> </span>I keep trying to figure out a way to make them more marketable or help them advertise, but I’ve been drawing a blank as to what do to help out.<span style=""> </span>They’re goal is to see how things go at least for a year, and if things don’t start to pick up, they’ll probably just rent out the business property to a real estate or insurance group.<span style=""> </span>I think the new business venture is good for them.<span style=""> </span>Although it is not very profitable, with their “retirement” it keeps them busy and they have fun doing it.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjXefYWVI/AAAAAAAAABU/NZsaCgU8Tlw/s1600-h/IMG_0694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjXefYWVI/AAAAAAAAABU/NZsaCgU8Tlw/s320/IMG_0694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013389696422140242" border="0" /></a><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Computer shop from the outside<br /></p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjqOfYWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/4o6j9OmIFV4/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMjqOfYWWI/AAAAAAAAABc/4o6j9OmIFV4/s320/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013390018544687458" border="0" /></a>Mom at her desk</p><br /><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMj8-fYWXI/AAAAAAAAABk/u5OP7BfEWFg/s1600-h/IMG_0700.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aD2qaAzfFk/RZMj8-fYWXI/AAAAAAAAABk/u5OP7BfEWFg/s320/IMG_0700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013390340667234674" border="0" /></a>Dad doing his thing<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Overall it was a good trip, nice to see the family, and nice to get some time to relax in a familiar setting.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Last, but not least, I wanted to reflect on a death that occurred yesterday, a day after Christmas, that of President Gerald Ford. <span style=""> </span>I wanted to take a moment to contemplate on his life and noteworthy events , not only because I have been on a recent history binge, but also because I had the pleasure of meeting him a few summers ago, when I participated in a medical student program at the Betty Ford Center in Rancho Mirage, CA.<span style=""> </span>They hold an annual picnic at the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Betty</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Ford</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Center</st1:placetype></st1:place> and I met him and his wife there as they were serving food in the buffet line.<span style=""> </span>Flanked by two secret service bodyguards on each side, President Ford and Betty were more social and energetic than adults half their age.<span style=""> </span>I remember him joking with each person as they passed through line, and taking a concentrated effort to make each interaction unique.<span style=""> </span> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you could care less about history, then you can probably just skip the next few paragraphs and jump to the end.<span style=""> </span>What we are taught in our clinical years through medical school, is to look up the information on the interesting cases/patients that you are presented with or are responsible for, that way the information will stick.<span style=""> </span>Along the same lines with history, I feel that is important to know about significant events and people in history that have worked to mold the place in which we live today.<span style=""> </span>Taking that medical school approach, I have decided with major events, I will research them as they are presented, to ensure that I can grasp a better understanding of the issues and become a well-rounded person when it comes to national and worldly topics.<span style=""> </span>Hopefully it won’t sound too much like a 5<sup>th</sup> grade autobiography report, but no guarantees.<span style=""> </span>I have to give credit where credit is due; most of the information comes from Wikipedia.<span style=""> </span>I condensed the 22 pages of information on the site to make it more manageable.<span style=""> </span>What amazes me the most about Wikipedia, which relies on its own readers to provide, update and correct the information, is that although President Ford passed yesterday, there is already a few paragraphs written about his passing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Some quick background information:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Gerald Ford was the 38<sup>th</sup> president of the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region>.<span style=""> </span>He was in office for one term from 1974-1977.<span style=""> </span>Succeeding President Nixon and was then followed by the president I was named after, Jimmy Carter.<span style=""> </span>He was the only president in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">U.S.</st1:place></st1:country-region> history to not achieve the position of President or Vice-president through an election.<span style=""> </span>He was appointed to the vice-presidency in 1973 under the 25<sup>th</sup> amendment when Vice-president Spiro Agnew resigned and President Nixon nominated Ford to take his place.<span style=""> </span>Only a short time later, President Nixon resigned amidst the Watergate scandal allegations, and Ford was sworn in as President.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Significant events during his presidency:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Withdrawal of <st1:country-region st="on">U.S.</st1:country-region> troops from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Vietnam</st1:place></st1:country-region> in Operation Frequent Wind</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Pre-emptive pardon to President Nixon for his role in the Watergate Scandal, which many believe was the driving factor to why he lost his re-election bid to Jimmy Carter</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Relationships to current political figures:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Selected George H.W. Bush to director of the CIA</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Named Donald Rumsfeld as 1st Chief of Staff and then youngest Secretary of Defense</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Dick Cheney was chosen to follow Rumsfeld as new Chief of Staff, and was also the campaign manager for Ford’s attempt at re-election</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->In seeking re-election, Ford dropped his former Vice-President Nelson Rockefeller for Kansas Senator Bob Dole</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And some other notable or just random points:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->The longest-lived <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">U.S.</st1:country-region></st1:place> president, passing Ronald Reagan’s record just over a month ago on November 12th (93yo).<sup><span style=""> </span></sup></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Gerald and Betty hold the record as the longest-lived first couple at 93yo and 88yo</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Only president whose parents have been divorced<sup> </sup></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Played as a center for the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename st="on">Michigan</st1:placename></st1:place> football team during their undefeated seasons in 1932 and 1933</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Had offers from the NFL (Lions and Packers) but turned it down to go to law school at Yale.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Washed dishes in his fraternity (DKE) during college: Joe Hoover as the next president?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Joined the navy after law school in response to the attack on <st1:place st="on">Pearl Harbor</st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Mrs. Ford battled breast cancer, alcoholism and addiction during Gerald’s presidency</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Appointed to the Warren Commission to investigate the assassination of JFK</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Covered up the assassination details to support the single bullet theory by altering the location of where the bullet had entered as it struck President Kennedy</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Vaccination program was instituted in an attempt to prevent a suspected swine flu plague in the 1970s.<span style=""> </span>25% of the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> population was vaccinated before the program was cancelled.<span style=""> </span>The vaccine was blamed for 25 deaths; more people died from the shots than from the swine flu.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Ford faced two assassination attempts during his presidency (within three weeks)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family:Symbol;"><span style="">·<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Ford passed on the 34<sup>th</sup> anniversary of the death of President Harry S. Truman</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Feel free to pass along any other facts or events that you found significant in President Ford’s lifetime.<span style=""> </span>I am always open to learn new things or clear up any misinformation I might have. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alas, although yesterday marked a day of loss, it also marks a day 26 years ago, in which a large Puerto Rican meathead and his brother were removed from their mother’s womb and were brought into this world.<span style=""> </span>With that I want to wish Mike G. a happy 26<sup>th</sup> birthday and everyone else a wonderful New Year!<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a name="Funeral_arrangements"></a><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-379176589282333877?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1166397341586296992006-12-17T16:53:00.000-06:002006-12-17T20:46:08.576-06:00Tis the seasonI'm usually in a better mood over the holidays, but for some reason this year feels a little different. I don't know if it's because I'm still not sure of where I'll be next year, where I want to go or if I really have a choice to make. Nothing really jumps out at me as the definitive place where I should spend the next 5 years of my life --> which will take me through to the ripe age of 32. Kind of depressing that I'll be in my mid-30s before I really get into the real world and "start" my life.<br /><br />I finished my last interview this week, and although I felt real confident (statistically I have a 4 out of 33 chance/300+ applicants but only 33 are interviewed) the whole "match" does not work in my favor. The whole premise is that the last interview, although it is probably one of the better programs, can only be utilized as a "back-up" for me if all my other options fall through. I could chance it and try to rank it, but then I'd lose out on all the other spots, and if I don't get it, I'll be left with nothing. It is a little complicated, and would be too long and boring to explain, so I'll skip the whole thing. Basically this entire process blows.<br /><br />This month has been pretty laid back with my physical medicine and rehab rotation (PM&R). PM&R encompasses many different areas including inpatient patient rehabilitation for orthopedic procedure/problems, traumatic brain injuries, etc., electromyography(EMG)/nerve conduction and pain management. The clinic I am at does mainly pain management, my physician specifically does the EMGs and nerve conduction studies as well as various injections. The plus side is that I am not there for that many hours in the day, but the days drag on forever, and can be quite frustrating dealing with these patients. Maybe I have a low tolerance for people that complain about back pain and knee pain and they weigh 400lbs; instead of exercising they would rather the doctor "fix" them with narcotics. It blows me away. Half the time I just wanat to yell at them to suck it up and quit bitching, but that's not really kosher for the medical student to say to the patient.<br /><br />The physician I am with is a very knowledgeable doctor, not only about medicine, but also business and worldly affairs. So on our down time, it's not so bad when we can just kick back and talk about non-medicine things. Which brings me to my latest focus with all the time that I've had recently--> history. It's amazing how much I have forgotten about the world around me and how it has come to the state of affairs that it is today. What sparked the interest was going to the Harry Truman museum/library here in KC with my little brother (Kendale - not sure if I've ever mentioned him before, but he's my "little brother" for the KC big brother program, kind of like what Rau did in college; some people say we are related, with his dark skin and afro puff).<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5841/1902/1600/243932/Kendale%203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5841/1902/320/163446/Kendale%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kendale w/cornrows<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5841/1902/1600/902001/Kendale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5841/1902/320/83331/Kendale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kendale w/o cornrows<br /><br /></div>Anyways, the museum was a reminder of many important points in american history. Truman served in World War I, was president during World War II (including placing the order to drop the atom bomb), and set precedence for the events of the Cold War. He grew up just outside of Kansas City, and returned there after his presidency where he is now buried. After I left the museum, I realized that aside from American Histroy, I know very little about my own family history and that of the Vietnam War. Over the last couple days, that is all I've been reading and somewhat "preparing" so when I go home to the Couv on Friday, I can clear up "american accounts" of the Vietnam War, with that of those that lived and breathed it...my mom/dad/etc. The more I read about it, the more fired up I get, and part of me even becomes angry. It's hard to explain, but has so much similarities now with the war that is going on in Iraq.<br /><br />Speaking of going home, I'm excited, and wish I had more time. It's been over a year since I've been back. It means a lot that Dook brought up the idea of possibly coming down to the Couv and visiting for a few hours. Last year Dook and Schaefer came down for a few hours around the same time before I went to my yearly family gathering. Wether he and others make it or not, it doesn't matter, the thought itself means a lot.<br /><br />I'll be home this friday night until tuesday early morning...and I mean EARLY morning (1:00am is the flight out of PDX). I'll be in KC for two days and then I'll drive to St. Louis, where I'll leave my car and exchange my gear into another vehicle and drive to NYC with Jill to prepare for the New Year and my month in NY.<br /><br />Well...enough of my babble for now; if by chance I don't get to post another blog soon because I'm just plain lazy....Happy Holidays.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116639734158629699?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1164734227646880052006-11-28T10:58:00.000-06:002006-11-28T11:17:07.690-06:00Happy holidaysI hope everyone enjoyed their time over Thanksgiving, with family or where ever you were. I was lucky enough to spend time in North Dakota with my "second family," which gave me a good few days to relax, which I haven't seen in months. Since I last blogged I was on the interview trail. I finished my rotation up in Michigan and started another orthopedic surgery rotation down in Oklahoma. In the meantime, i had a few more interviews, one in Riverside, CA where I had a short chance to visit with Bellomy and one in Oklahoma where I was at. I finished that up a week ago, drove back to KC and flew out for the holidays. Now I am in New Jersey for an interview that I have tommorrow. I got into Philadelphia last night and drove to a high school buddy's house in central jersey, whom I haven't seen in probably 6 years. He moved out to Jersey from WA a year and a half ago to help his dad open up and run some Jewelry stores. Look for their stores to dominate the NJ/NY area in the next couple years (Ashton & Grace). It was definitely good to see him and catch up with old memories. Tonight I will drive back to the Phily area and stay with some friends from medical shool, whom have a place closer to my interview site tommorrow. <br /><br />I could really care less about this interview tommorrow, which will probably be good, cause I'll be more relaxed. I booked the flight and interview over a month ago, and my interest level has decreased greatly since then. The most likely places I will end up for residency will be either in KC or in Oklahoma. That will be at least another 5 years in the midwest, most likely 6 if I decide on a fellowship. So sadly, I won't be headed back to the sunny NW anytime soon, but my plans have not changed as far as future goals to end up back in WA. <br /><br />At the end of the week, I'll fly back to KC and start a physical medicine and rehabilitation rotation, which will be beneficial for me if the physician does orthopedic rehab. I'm not really sure what type of rehab he does, but I chose it cause it's near the holdays and a block from the apartment I'll be staying at. Most importantly with all of this is that I'm done with all my months of ass kissing and scut work. The remainder of the year I can relax, and learn what I want to learn only for the sake of learning. <br /><br />Lastly, I have some short future plans if anyone else is interested in joining me and some other peeps:<br /><br />1) New Years in Times Square - I'll be in NY for January doing a rotation<br />2) A Duke basketball game in February - I'm trying to set up a rotation at Duke so I can kick it with Devo and Co. (I know you want to go Mike)<br />4) Back in Seattle!!! (most likely) --> I need a home for the month<br />3) Europe - specifically: Italy (rome--> cinque terre --> venice) --> Switzerland --> Austria --> Czech Republic (prague) --> Germany (munich and southern germany) . The dates will be May 21st --> June 16th; I am traveling with two other friends from medical school, and they will be leaving the 11th, so I'll be traveling by myself for the last few days or so. I might go to Weisbaden and visit Brando's adopted brother Cliff<br /><br />That's all for now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116473422764688005?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1161289833523027912006-10-19T14:56:00.000-05:002006-10-19T15:30:33.576-05:00One down...two to goI just got done with one interview for an internship/residency slot just outside of Cleveland and I'm camped out at a Panera south of Clevelend in a town called Masillon, just two exits off where the NFL hall of fame is located. It was suprisingly a very relaxing interview, but getting to the place was a whole different story. My goal was to leave yesterday and cut out of surgery around noon, unfortunately that ended up not being until 4:30 before I could take off. The time wasn't too bad, because from Grand Blanc it's only 3 and a half hours to Clevelend. But with my luck and traveling, something always has to go wrong. 45 minutes out of town and I get stuck on a two-lane freeway, moving a whole 100ft in over an hour. There was no where to pull off, and everyone around had no clue as to what was going on except they were all just pissed. I called up Jeremy, my old roomate who's also out in MI, and he passed on the news that a semi had overturned on that freeway spilling gravel everywhere. After 2 hrs and the tow-truck came as well as the clean up crew, I was finally on my way. Total time: 6hrs to destination. Horrendous.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/IMG_0580.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/IMG_0580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Bastard Driver<br /></div><br />When I finally got into town and checked into the good ole Comfort Inn, I couldn't stop laughing at the room that i got. The room had a king sized bed, a small couch, and really old appliances everywhere, but the kicker is how it was arranged. I have never seen anything like this, but from the bathroom you could walk through the tiny bath tub (or "jacuzzi") through a octagonal window into the living room. It's hard to explain, so below are some pictures (maybe someday I'll get a condo like this....what a great idea):<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/IMG_0593.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/IMG_0593.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The Octagonal window can be accessed either from the bathroom or the living room (basically, I brushed my teeth in the bathroom--> rolled into the shower to bathe myself--> rolled myself out the other window onto the couch to dry myself off--> and then rolled over the nightstand onto the bed never once touching the floor)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/IMG_0592.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/IMG_0592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This tub was made for midgets<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/IMG_0591.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/IMG_0591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Midgets with style, but midgets nonetheless<br /></div><br />I felt like I should've put on some disco music, got into my bath robe, broken out some champagne and invited hookers over for a shin-digg...I dunno, maybe that's just me.<br /><br />So for the whole interview process, I arrived there at 7:00 for the morning fracture conference (presentations were done by the students and the attendings discussed some x-rays from the past week), we ate some breakfast, got a tour of the hospital and then had our interviews. We got interviewed by the program director who was an orthopedic surgeon and the medical education department head at the same time and then after we had to decipher a case presentation that the chief resident presented. The case wasn't too difficult, and my thought process was correct, but I still managed to screw up part of the analysis...but I think he got a good sense of how I think, which was basically the purpose of the case.<br /><br />There were three other students that interviewed today; they are doing a large first round of interviews of 30+ students, and then narrowing it down to 8 for the second round which they will then axe the rest down to the two available spots. An aside random note...I asked one of the other students about what he did inbetween college and medical school because he told me that he had taken 7 yrs "off." Oh...nothing big...just a little MLB baseball...well sorta, he was drafted by the Yankees in the 3rd round in 1995 and played a lot of minor league ball for several years, not quite sure if he ever played much in the majors. Anyways, I got bored and looked him up...here's the only baseball card I could find of him:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/Cards_BigCards_012444.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/Cards_BigCards_012444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />So now I'm waiting to check into my "apartment" they gave me for the night for my interview tommorrow morning. After that, depending on what time it gets done tommorrow, I might go check out the Hall of Fame and then drive back to the Detroit area. I have one interview around those parts Saturday morning, and after I should be completely burned out of interviewing....so the next logical step is...to drink. If it finishes early, I'm going to head down to Ann Arbor to watch the Michigan vs. Iowa game, Debbie is from Iowa and I had promised her a few months back that I would go down there to try to get tickets with her. Hopefully I won't get beat up in the process at "the Big House" since she'll be wearing all Iowa gear and rooting for her team. On Sunday the goal is to go down to Comerica and try to scalp tickets...although I might have to sell my kidney for one. If we can't get tickets, we're just going to go watch the game at a nearby bar. I got one week left in MI, and then back to KC for the weekend, where I"ll be watching the Chiefs and Seahawks with Shader, Kenny and his dad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116128983352302791?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1160860650227990382006-10-14T16:02:00.000-05:002006-10-14T16:24:54.016-05:00Sports and the Humor in namesI love the weekend...nothing like sitting in front of the TV and watching football and some baseball. I've been toggling around channels to watch the Iowa and Georgia upset. Now I'm tuning in to the Tigers and A's game, hoping, yes I'm actually hoping for them to lose. Don't get me wrong, I want them to make it to the World Series, but if they lose tonight, they'll be playing at Comerica tommorrow afternoon, which will give me time to venture to downtown Detroit. I would've tried to go to the game today, but I'm on call for any cases that might come up in the hospital today. Sure I don't do much in the cases, but when you're trying to impress people in the program, you have to sacrifice your weekends (at least that's what I've been told by some residents, so I guess I won't try to look like the slacker). I already went in this morning for a hip fracture that was relatively easy to fix. It was broken near the neck of the femur (an intertrochanteric fracture), so to fix it we simply placed a rod down the shaft of the femur (called a gamma nail) and put a screw across the femoral neck to the femoral head to compact the fracture site. All in all, the procedure takes about 20-30minutes. Here is a picture of what the final outcome looks like:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/gammatilong.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/gammatilong.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Illustrative view of the gamma nail<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/18201820gamma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/18201820gamma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Radiograph of the Gamma nail implanted<br /></div><br />For the rest of the day I'll be stuck in front of the tube, and doing some preparation for my interviews next week, creating a presentation on ankle fractures, as well as some studying for cases next week. Thank god, there are games on all day.<br /><br />As for the title of my blog...I was checking the score to the Arkansas game and noticed that they were destroying Southeast Missouri State. Since they were dominating so much, the backup quarterback to Mitch Mustain was in for a few plays, and his name is Casey Dick. Too bad that he wasn't playing when they were up against USC earlier this year...cause then it would be Dick vs. Booty. Get it...ha...get it...funny...i know. The other good matchup I remember was when the Yankees earlier this year were playing against the Blue Jays and it was Wang vs. Bush. Damn...just hilarious...there are your random thoughts for the day...out do that $#!t.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116086065022799038?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1160681819162396942006-10-12T14:34:00.000-05:002006-10-12T14:38:03.063-05:00One more thing...do all asians look alike?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/Jdang1.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/Jdang1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/wong04.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/wong04.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Forgot to ask a question...one of the residents last month said that I look like BD Wong; the guy that plays a psychiatrist on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit and I a preacher on Oz.<br />See for yourself, I see no resemblance:<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116068181916239694?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1160681635260210772006-10-12T14:04:00.000-05:002006-10-12T14:33:55.446-05:00Good lord it is cold....I've decided it's about time to do a quick update of what I've been up to. Since my last blog at the end of August, I started my chain of orthopedic surgery rotations. Last month I finished off in Kansas City; which I really enjoyed my time there and would be happy if I got chosen to stay there for the next few years. I interviewed on the last week that I was there, and could say that I was pleased with how it went. It was a little wierd packing up what little I owned, and start driving to Michigan. But alas, now I am currently in Grand Blanc, MI (20 minutes NW of Detroit), and I have been here for two weeks. The hospital that I am at is very nice, the first day that I walked into the hospital I thought I was at a large hotel; there is nice grand piano that greets you as you enter the foyer. It is a relatively new hospital and houses 350+ beds. It also has two seperate surgery floors, the top surgery level is the orthopedic and cardiovascular surgery floor, and the floor below it is for the general surgeons.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/ghs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/ghs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is a picture of the hospital that I took off their website, I will try and take some pictures of it on my camera soon, so you can get a better idea of how nice it looks on the inside<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);">Overall, the program here is excellent, especially with didactics. It is associated with Michigan State, and they are pretty involved with many of the other programs across the state. Similar to the Kansas City program, they take 3 new residents a year, which makes it a little stressful in applying to these places. The only real downside I've figured out so far, is the weather. It just started snowing today, and it's cold as b@lls in the middle of October. <br /><br />In other school related news, I went to Philly in the middle of September to take my physical exam boards, which was definitely a waste of money. We had to fly all the way out there, spend $1000 to interview 12 "patients." Hopefully I passed; it was definitely one of those tests where you leave feeling one way or the other: either I did really well, or I completely bombed it. Although, the weekend itself was definitely nice to hang around Philly and see some of the sites with some friends.<br /><br />These two weeks here in MI, have been busy with getting used to the hospital, studying for my written board exams that I took yesterday, and preparing for interview season. Aside from the KC interview, I have two near Clevelend, OH next week (Thu and Fri), one in Morena Valley, CA in the beginning of November, one in Tulsa, OK while I'm there and one in Stratford, NJ at the end of November. <br /><br />No big plans for this weekend, but to work on some homework and presentations; I might also take some call for the weekend and volunteer to scrub some surgeries. I was going to try and go to the Tigers game, since they'll be playing on Fri/Sat/Sunday (possibly), but I think I'm going to save my money and try to hit up the World Series instead next week.<br /><br />Next stop in two weeks is to Tulsa, OK for a month and then back to KC. I'm going to stop on my way down to Tulsa in KC, to try and catch the KC and Seahawks game with Shader and some of his friends. <br /><br />Sorry for the random brain dump of things, I'll try and update my blogs more often, but make them shorter...so that's the plan for now...I'll try not to slack off.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-116068163526021077?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1157067351800265222006-08-31T18:25:00.000-05:002006-09-06T22:20:14.270-05:00Fun day in the ORI "saved" this post from last Thurdsday, my last day of OB, and I was going to elaborate on the interesting stuff I saw and participated in on my last day...but unfortunately I'm stacked on time, so instead you get some pics below...and explanations of the cases/surgeries to come later.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/5028Untitled-1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/5028Untitled-1a.jpg" border="0" /></a>Monochorionic (one placenta) diamniotic (two amniotic sacs) twins with twin-to-twin transfer syndrome delivered by C-section:<br />basically the one baby is hogging all the blood and nutrients from the other, so to ensure that both their survival they were delivered earlier<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/cervical_antdisc_rationale01.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/cervical_antdisc_rationale01.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cervical spine; not apparent from this picture representation, but our patient had two herniated intervertebral discs (the light blue between the vertebrae above) C5-6 and C6-7 levels leading to compression of some of his nerves<br /><br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/cervical_antdisc_surgery01.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/cervical_antdisc_surgery01.1.jpg" border="0" /></a>To relieve the pressure on the nerves from intervertebral disc compression, the intervertebral disc is removed the space is filled in with an allograft (bone from a cadavar; usually bone from the hip bone)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/cervical_antdisc_intro01.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/cervical_antdisc_intro01.2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Finally it is stabilized with a metal plate anteriorly<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/disc06.0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/disc06.0.png" border="0" /></a>Here is what it can look like on MRI; the arrow is pointed at the herniated disc. The "gray" between the two "white" lines is the spinal cord; the "white" lines on each side represents the spinal fluid and should be continuous, but you can see above that the disc bulges into the fluid and impinges on the cord<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/herndisc-BB.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/herndisc-BB.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Pictorial example of what a herniated disc can look like<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/decompressivelumbarla.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/decompressivelumbarla.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The last case I scrubbed on was a laminectomy of two lumbar levels. In this case, the neuropathy (nerve problem) was due to a narrowing spinal canal (where the spinal cord runs). To relieve the pressure off the spinal cord, a decompression is done through a laminectomy; basically, a window is cut from the back of the vertebrae to air out the cord and give it room<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">That's all I have for now. I started my orthopedic surgery rotation on Friday, and I've been pretty busy since. The hours suck....not used to getting up at 4:00, but luckily my roomate has to get up the same time, and he doesn't get home until 8:00 or 9:00 at night. The remainder of my immediate schedule consists of being on call this weekend, flying to Philadelphia for a test next Wed through Sunday, and starting up my 2nd from last MBA class.<br /><br /><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-115706735180026522?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1156980816622865502006-08-30T18:13:00.000-05:002006-08-30T23:08:52.570-05:00C-Sections....and SlooooooooooooooownessHoly crap...I'm dyin here...miraculously, somehow my blog and even myspace for some reason today got through the hospital computer internet block, don't know how, but works for me cause I am bored. First the good news, sort of...I got an interview invitation at an Orthopedic Program in OH. It's in a city called Massilon, which is between Columbus and Clevelend. I haven't set up a date yet, but the crummy part is that I just came from OH last week, so now I have to fly back out and spend some more money I don't have. Oh well...I'm hoping to put the interview off for a little bit if possible, in case I get another one out there in OH, so I don't have to make several trips. But overall, I'm stoked, cause it means at least I have a chance somewhere.<br /><br />In other news...last night before I left we had a C-section delivery for a breech presentation. I was waiting on her all day to deliver...but the baby just would not progress any further, so the physician grabbed me to help him for a C-section. A good thing about not having this be a planned C-section...well not for the patient...but for me...was that I got to be first-assist. Normally all of the OB/GYN physicians work in tandem, leaving the student...that would be me...doing little but retracting the bladder...and staying out of the way. With such short notice, the physicians aren't able to have their partners come and help, so they are left with the low man on the totem pole...the lowly student. The C-section went successfully, I was a little worried at first, because it took some time for the baby to move around and cry, and actually looked a little lifeless for several seconds after the delivery, but it wasn't too long, before it started flopping around and crying. Strange enough...this morning we had only onoe delivery scheduled. The patient was to come in the morning and we were to give her some Pitocin to induce labor. Unfortunately, this baby was in breech presentation also, so again, she was brought to the OR for a C-section, and again...I got first dibbs to assist. But since that C-section...ohhh...at 8:00 this morning, I've done nothing but study ortho stuff. I've been confined to my "office" trying to study, and now I just want to peel out my eyeballs. Some genius thought that for this rotation the students should stay until 7 every day, even if nothing is going on, just in case, something miraculously shows up.<br /><br />Anyways, I guess I should explain a little aobut breech presentation. Presentation for labor simply specifies what part of the baby is headed out first. Normal presentation is with the head presenting first, also known as vertex presentation. In addition normal is also with the occiput (back of the head) facing anterior.<br /><br />When the baby presents butt first, it is considered a breech presentation, making it much more difficult to be delivered vaginally. Breech presentations occur in 2-4% of pregnancies. There are variations to the breech presentation, but the baby we had yesterday was a complete breech, and the one this morning a frank breech, with its feet up by its ears.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/19158.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/19158.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />There's your damn education for the day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-115698081662286550?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1156899747074990262006-08-29T19:41:00.000-05:002006-08-29T20:02:27.106-05:00Almost game timeSo I made it back from Ohio in one piece...it was definitely not a vacation... in an effort to impress or be seen as much as I could, I had to sacrifice any sleep or opportunity to explore the city and surrounding areas. I did get a good glimpse of the program, and I can tell that they are very strong didactically and they see a ton of cases. The first full day I spent, was in the OR from 7am until 9pm, watching 12 or so cases. The second day was pretty much the same in terms of how busy they were. The last day I was there was spent in clinic to see the other aspect of the program. I was amazed at the efficiency of the physician and his staff. In 8hrs, he saw a little over 70 patients, but none of his exams seemed rushed. He was a very good physician, had good repor, explained everything to his patients, including x-rays and the results of their operations and was able to do an inclusive musculoskeletal exam all within several minutes. At the same time he was able to ask me questions and do some teaching along the way. Overall it was a good trip, as far as really getting a chance to know people, it was difficult. With 15residents and 7 orthopedic surgeons, and only three days, I did my best to meet them all, and then I concentrated on just a handful to spend more time with and hopefully they will remember me. The bad news is, that statistically, the chances aren't that great. Last year they had 75 applications...12 interviews...all for 3 slots. So...I'm hopeful, but as always, I'm going to spread my seed everywhere (that wasn't meant to sound bad...but it just does) and apply to 20+ programs. An alternative if I don't get in this year, is to do a rotating internship year and then apply to the 7 orthopedic programs that only take intern applications.<br /><br />Thursday, I had to get back into the grind of things with OB. Of course, the first day back was extremely busy. I assisted with a C-section and 3 vaginal deliveries. Friday was much slower with only a few GYN surgeries, and Labor and Delivery was slow upstairs in the hospital, so I decided to lounge around the OR, and try to see some other cases. Luckily, I was able to scrub in on an odontoid fracture (part of the C2 vertebrae of the spine, shown below) with a neurosurgeon. He was very good at teaching me stuff and letting me do a lot also. Having met me only once, he still let me do some cutting, cauterizing, and then left me to close up the incision. The case was interesting and rather rare. He stated that he gets one of these cases maybe in a year or two. Most of these cases happen in situations with great trauma...in this case it was a very elderly man, that slipped and fell in church.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/1600/b2_3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5841/1902/320/b2_3.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>The fracture that the patient had was the type II fracture, which is the most common. This is a view of the anterior surface of the C2 vertebrae as if you are looking straight at someone who is facing you. The C1 vertebrae sits on top of the C2, and because it is shaped as a ring, it pivots on the odontoid of C2 (the pointy thing that looks like a head and neck). With a fracture through the base of the odontoid, there will be a lot of instability between the two vertebrae. To fix the problem, a screw was drilled from the left base of the C2 body through the head of the odontoid that had fractured off. It was a neat case to see, and since I have two days left and he has surgeries on Wed-Fri, I'm hoping to scrub a few more spine surgeries.<br /><br />The weekend was pretty lame, I mainly studied. I start my string of orthopedic surgery rotations on Friday for the next three months, so I've been trying to review a lot of stuff, so I can look somewhat smart. I'm a little nervous...but I know it's game time...and if I want to get into any of these programs...I'm going to need to work my @$$ off.<br /><br />I do have a roomate now for the remainder of the month, which is kind of nice. Dan, one of my classmates (who went to school at West Valley with Uhlman/Peaches/Steele/etc) is doing urology here in town, so he moved in with me to Salwa's apartment...so it was good to have someone to rattle of the days details with.<br /><br />That is all for now...I will try for one blog a week...mainly on weekends...that is my new goal...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-115689974707499026?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1155957586963767262006-08-18T22:14:00.000-05:002006-08-18T22:23:42.116-05:00Destination unknown.....ruby ruby ruby soho.....Yeahhhhhhhhh....I made it to Ohio... so far another state uncharted by the Dang. These next couple days should be interesting, hopefully I'll have time to explore the best of what Ohio has to offer. Well...I Just got in, picked up my pimp @$$ rental car the Chevy Cobalt (Sure as hell doesn't beat the El Camino that Sarah took me to the airport in today)...and now i've sorta settled into Jake and Kirin's condo in Columbus. I will have more details on this "trip" later when I get back to Kansas City on Wednesday (Maybe earlier if I get some extra time this week), but it's getting late and I have to be at the hospital in Dayton by 6:00 tommorrow...so I think this calls for bedtime.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-115595758696376726?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19255951.post-1155268473715232002006-08-10T22:27:00.000-05:002006-08-10T22:54:33.730-05:00Enough alreadyWell, it's been two weeks...and I'm pretty much tired of the whole baby/vagina/uterus stuff. Sorry...after a few vaginal deliveries/C-sections/hysterectomies...I'm pretty much done. The actual procedures itself aren't that bad. In fact, the days down in the operating room (OR) go by quite fast, it does get old...but it's the closest I've been to an OR in a few months, and it can be quite refreshing. The deliveries on the other hand suck, because there is so much sitting around and waiting. I've tried to master the art of predicting the time in which the babies will deliver...but that doesn't always work as planned. The things I look at on the monitors, is how much the cervix has dilated (full dilation is at 10cm) and the station; station refers to the position of the presenting part of the baby (head/arm/etc, whatever is coming out first) in relation to an anatomical imaginary line in the female pelvis. The OB nurses usually go in every hour or so to check these two parameters by doing a manual exam and then they document it in the computer. Supposedly, the approximate rate is 1cm of dilation per hour, but that never really happens. For instance, two days ago, I sat in my "office" and was lounging around, because the patient was only dilated to 4cm; 20minutes later, the little bastard popped out, and I missed it all....I probably should have gotten an idea that something was happening when the stampeding herd of nurses ran by...but I thought...nah...couldn't be...she couldn't have dilated that quickly....boy was I wrong. To contrast that, on the same day, I went into the delivery suite when a patient was dilated to 10cm and ended up standing there for over an hour before the baby finally came out. It took forever because the woman had a small vagina and the baby's head was huge...it rivals Shaefer's dome. Then for one last example, today when I got to the hospital at 6am, one patient was dilated to 2cm, by the time I left at 7pm she was only up to 6cm....so you just never know.<br /><br />I did come up with a small theory I've been discussing with the other student that is with me. He was commenting on several of the nurses and how, outside the hospital we would never really find them attractive, but somehow on the "inside" we do. Strange?!?! Well, my theory is that we develop "hospital goggles," similar to the familiar "beer goggles" that everyone is aware of, but instead of the opposite sex looking better with an increasing number of alcoholic goodness, the level of attractiveness is instead directly proportional to the number of hours stuck in the hospital...ie. 13hr work days...makes the 34wk pregnant nurse...slightly appealing....I know, I know....just ridiculous...and the 6-8cups of coffee really doesn't help either. Anyways...enough of that.<br /><br />Lastly, I just wanted to make a comment about all the stuff happening about the terrorists and their plots that has been all over the news today. I am amazed at how long it has taken people to start accepting the reality of our times and how many more acts like these or attempts that we will probably see in our lifetime. Sadly, this is the fear that many overseas have lived with daily for decades...it just that we have been blinded to it all. As successful as today was in thwarting the plot...it still doesn't make me feel safe. It won't take long, before the security gets lax again...and people start to forget. I'm not sure if the purpose today was at all to simply cause mass destruction...or if it was just to continue causing disorder in all our lives...if that is the case, then they have surely succeeded.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19255951-115526847371523200?l=minhba.blogspot.com'/></div>Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496936825027331515noreply@blogger.com2