(“Appah” means “dad” in Corean) AMY: “I just got a call from someone saying they are out of … Episode 2 costumes, but they have Episode 3. I have no idea what that means.” ME: “Damn, I really wanted the Episode 2 suit. Tell them the Episode 3 is fine then.” I’m going to surprise [...]

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  I’ve seen bedsores that I could put a basketball into.  I’ve stood by patients vomiting blood and bile in pink plastic bins.  I’ve listened to lungs while patients oozed bowel contents two feet from me.  I’ve had my hands on a child’s pulsating brain.  But there are still some things that freak me the [...]

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After two weeks of playing hookey from Brazilian jiu jitsu practice, I finally mustered up the courage to go back. It’s always a slightly scary proposition going back when you’re body is out of tune after missing a week or two. Ofttimes I think about quitting during those off-times, but I’ve promised myself that I [...]

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Amy is standing in front of the bathroom mirror engrossed in her skin care voodoo program when I walk in. I pat her ass. “Do you like getting spanked, babe?” I ask. “NO!” she answers. “Me neither. I don’t really get the whole spanking thing,” I ponder, “Maybe people who get off on it were [...]

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“Fifth floor, ladies lingerie,” said a fat man in a gurney as I walked into the elevator. The pale transport person humored him quietly. I pressed “10″ and smiled politely while looking at my patient list. The nurse had urgently paged me to see a patient for shortness of breath. “What’s up doc?” he said. [...]

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