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Hey gang!  Sometimes it is difficult to tell you all what my life is like.  There are some things that just don’t translate to words.  So I have taken some pictures that show you what my life is like.

Let’s start on the outside.

It’s here.  The pine pollen is coating everything.  It heralds the other little antigens floating around that bring in business.  It means free car washes will be offered in town.  Our city was ranked #2 in allergies (pollen counts and allergy prescriptions) next to Atlanta.

My kids like it because they can write on my car.

But with the bad comes the good.  Our city is incredible in the springtime.  Nearly every house has azaleas, making ordinary drives into a great pleasure to the eyes.

Now let’s go to the office.

This winter I did something unusual: I wore shoes.  It made some of my patients upset.  They take great pride in the fact that their doctor is a bit eccentric, and shoes are just too normal.  Now that spring is back, they can be happy again because I am donning my favorite footwear: sandals.  Yeah, I know that OSHA may get on my case, but they are closed-toe.

I hope this doesn’t get me arrested.

Here is one of my exam rooms.  Note on the right the computer screen where our EMR is accessed.  I sit and face my patients as I type into the EMR.  Since I have done it for a number of years, I can type without looking at my hands and so have lots of eye contact with them.  I don’t recall any complaints about the computer standing between me and my patients.

Plus, I can play solitaire if things get boring.

Each of my rooms has a theme of sorts.  This is my favorite room, the train room.   This picture is one of four that came from my home growing up – all old pictures of trains.  My dad was pretty obsessed with trains and got me hooked as well.  These pictures are probably at least 50 years old.

It’s pretty cool to have a bit of my childhood with me while I work.

Behind where the patients sit in two of my rooms is a skeleton.  They are well-loved skeletons (although they scare some of the kids).  They have been played with so much that now they are missing parts.  That is OK, because their sorry state has become the center of many discussions.  That gives me a chance to give some creative explanations as to what happened to them.  When they ask him about the missing arm, I tell them that he joined the army.  When they ask about the jawbone missing, I tell them he was giving me some lip.

That makes them less scary.

This is Zurg.

Zurg came to my office one day and decided he didn’t want to leave.  I was fine with this, but there is a problem about him staying: he is an evil guy (fighting Buzz Lightyear).  I thought that perhaps I could influence him in a positive direction.  So he now sits in my exam room holding a tongue-depressor and some cotton swabs.  He still has a mean expression on his face, but behind that mask I sense he is softening.  It’s been several weeks since he shot me with his death ray.

Thank goodness for that.

So there you have it.  That pretty much sums up my existence.

Hope you enjoyed the ride.

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