Help me earn that blogwhore of the year award!
Jona nominated me for Blogwhore of the Year over at The Best of Blogs, so I thought, weeell, hell, I'd better do me some good whoring.
The real reason for this post: lately, several new names and faces have shown up in the comments. Some of you don't even want to rip me a new one. Anyway, if you'd like to do some reciprocal blogrolling, let me know. You need only ask. And if you're a lurker, it wouldn't kill you to say hi.
By the way: I only drop people from my blogroll for two reasons. One, they haven't updated in forever; two, they say something hateful or racist in their blog. (I don't think I've dropped anyone for that reason, but it did keep me from listing someone.) If I've dropped you by accident, let me know.
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Waking up from anesthesia, one of my patients today said, "Who are you?"
"I'm your doctor."
"You're full of shit."
You know the best thing about these conversations? Repeating them back to the patient days later. It's so tasty.
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If you haven't seen it yet, One Good Move has the video of O'Falafel's interview with Dave Letterman. I love it when O'Falafel drinks his coffee ;o)
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The General puts a human face on our government's civil rights abuses. I feel so much safer now.
D.
posted by Douglas Hoffman at 1/04/2006 03:31:00 PM
22 Comments:
Um. Is it just me, or did I just get a big fat spam sandwich shoved down my throat?
If you're sure it won't kill me...hi!
I think so Doug. But aren't you at least a teeny bit curious about a site called "Classic Woody"?
I'm 99% sure I'm commented before, but I suppose we haven't been formally introduced. So ...
Hi!
Wow, comment spam is interesting! I just saw my first today over at the 'blogged novel' by Horace Walpole, and now this! It's rather obnoxious, isn't it?
I added you to my 'blogs I read' blogroll, because I do read your blog, but I'm new at this and had no idea that it's okay to ask for a reciprocal link.
Internet etiquette is a bit foreign to me, so if I screw it up, let me know, okay?
Since it "won't kill me to say hi"... HI! *checks* Well, you're right, I'm not dead yet.
I've added a link to my site because I love your blog; I read it every day (that I get the chance).
Keep up the good work!
~Briana N.
Charlene: hi. Do you have a blog to link back to?
Maureen: "Classic Woody" is what us over-forty-somethings call it ;o)
sxkitten (oh, my! only six in the litter?): I've seen you around Kate's place, right?
shelbi: my friend Michelle once told me not to be shy about asking for links. It's good advice, which, sadly, I haven't followed. Some of my regular readers haven't linked back to me yet. Beth ;o)
Hi Briana! I'll get you, shelbi, and sxkitten on my roll first thing. Just have to post this first, open up the template . . .
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Done and done and done.
...still shaking head over 'rounds up brown people'...
Quite the interesting blog, as usual. I just love Letterman - missed that show.
Haven't checked out the classic woody as yet.
Did read about the parents and "Brokeback Mountain" - gotta find out how that developed for them.
I'm afraid to find out what a classic woody is. If it's being spammed, it can't bo good, can it?
No, it is what it claims to be. A really lame site purportedly about restoring classic boats.
Weird.
Huh. I just saw the Letterman clip on Tod Goldberg's blog. Reinforces my belief that there's no point to me watching TV--if something good comes on, somebody will be sure to let me know. Good stuff, though.
I, er... haven't listed you on my blog, Doug, but then I haven't listed anybody, so you're in good company. I did, however, recommend "Balls & Walnuts" to a great big email list, so that counts for something, right?
Is anyone else thinking Monty Python about now? [cue music]spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam...[/music]
Grrr, blog spam.
And yes, I do, my blog's at http://charleneteglia.com/charliwp/index.php
Darla, shouts are worth a lot in my book. Thank you.
Lyn, I'll blog about that later, but it's sadly quite dull. My parents are more cosmopolitan than I thought.
Charlene, I have you on my 'roll now. Thanks for the linkback.
So I'm sitting here at 8:53 AM wondering which of my patients no-showed this morning . . .
once when I came out of the ether following an operation I told my doctor he had gorgeous eyes.
Well, he did, dammit.
I fell passionately in love with the doc who gave my an epidural. I'm not sure if during full-blown labour is the proper time to offer to make love to anyone, but I was tempted.
I just figured everyone needed to know that.
FYI, I'm adding you to my links list.
Laughing at the anesthesia story. My father was a doctor so when I had all four wisdom teeth removed under general anesthesia at the hospital, most of the staff knew me. Nothing like having people shrouded in light blue gowns and haircaps looming over you when you're already half-whacked out on Valium or something. After the surgery, when I came out of the anesthesia enough for the pain to register, someone asked me how I felt.
According to Dad, I said something charming like, "I #&#$*^ hurt like @#$&*#$. I need meds."
So much for my nice girl rep. ;-)
The anesthesia phenomenon is known as 'disinhibition.' Have I mentioned that yet? With a bit of drugs on board (alcohol will do the same thing), our inner selves come to the fore.
My favorite: an achingly sweet 7-year-old boy who, in coming out of anesthesia, required four nurses to hold him down . . . for two hours. He was a belly-kickin' nipple-twistin' hellion, that one, but only under the influence of anesthesia.
Jim: gotcha on mine now, too. Thanks for blogrolling me.
Is that a young Orson Welles in your photo?
Sadly, I have no quirky anesthesia story to relate. Apparently I was very well behaved the only time I was operated on. Well, that or too miserably ill to let the world see my real self.
I'm a sort of lurker who has surfaced to comment a couple of times lately. I found your blog either through Smart Bitches or Beth's SB Days. Do you mind if I add your blog to my list of blogs I read on my own blog?
With my second of three c-sections I had terrible chest pain under anesthesia. But the doc gave me something that stopped the pain cold and made me fall deeply in love with everyone in the room. It got so bad over my ob/gyn, a guy about 70, that the assisting physician asked if the rest of them should leave the room. I was conscious and lucid enough to beg them all to stay.
Wonder if that love potion comes in a bottle. Probably called "crystal meth."
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