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about 12 hours ago
on Luann
Yes—call 911. I certainly hope this “fellow student” is NOT her new love interest. She has tried to tutor him in the past, and he wasn’t promising in any way.
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about 12 hours ago
on Luann
Thanks. You make me feel better. I’ve been retired 11 years now, so I’m getting over it a little. Glad you’re alive!
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1 day ago
on Luann
Use your creativity. Make your own card. I have boxes and boxes of cards my artist husband has made for me over the years. They’re much better than the “store bought” kind.
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1 day ago
on Luann
Mrs. Horner is a much needed character in this comic. They’d better keep her.
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1 day ago
on Luann
Becoming a doctor is becoming a slave.
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1 day ago
on Luann
If I had it to do over again, I’d have been a famous folk singer. I was a professional folk singer, but there wasn’t enough time to pursue it because I was doing medicine. There is no creativity in being an M.D.
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1 day ago
on Luann
That’s not the ONLY problem. Medicine sucks. I practiced it for 40 years. Thank GOD I’m retired.
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2 days ago
on Luann
Here are the lyrics to “Three Stars”, the song that commemorated Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper:
Look up in the sky Up toward the north There are three new stars Brightly shining forth They’re shining so bright From heaven above Gee, we’re gonna miss you Everybody sends their love On the left stand Ritchie Valens A young boy just seventeen Just beginning to realize And explore his teenage dreams Why did God call him, oh, so far away Maybe to help some boy or girl Who might have gone astray With his star shining Through the dark and lonely night To light the path And show the way, the way that’s right Gee, we’re gonna miss you Everybody sends their love On the right stands Buddy Holly With a shy grin on his face Funny how you always seem to notice That one little curl out of place Not many people really knew Buddy Or understood how he felt But just a song from his lips Would make the coldest heart melt Buddy’s singing for God now and His chorus in the sky Buddy Holly we’ll always remember you With tears in our eyes Gee, we’re gonna miss you Everybody sends their love In the middle stands a stout man The Big Bopper is his name Now God has called him Perhaps to new fortune and fame He wore a big Stetson hat And sort of rambled up to the mike And how can we ever forget those wonderful words“You know what I like” Look up in the sky Up toward the north There are three new stars Brightly shining forth They’re shining so bright From heaven above Gee, we’re gonna miss you Everybody sends their love
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2 days ago
on Luann
92 is young.
How on earth do you know what I was “called” to be? If I had pursued being a folk singer, it would not have been “in some pub”.
I have sung, by invitation, at the Montreux Jazz Festival in Switzerland on the Lake Geneva shoreline (the second largest annual jazz festival in the world) to a capacity crowd. I was also invited to sing and play guitar on the stage of the Westgate International Theater in Las Vegas, again to a capacity crowd. Singing and playing guitar to a large audience always created joy for me.
Most doctors are burned out, overworked, or exhausted. Many doctors function in survival mode. Doctors are not supposed to make mistakes. Caring for sick people can make you sick. Some medical students believe they graduate with PTSD. Seeing too much pain and not enough joy is unhealthy. Some doctors feel like indentured slaves. Many doctors are in denial about the high rate of physician suicide. Physicians are often bullied by insurance companies, employers, and patients. Doctors are often socially isolated. Doctors can’t just be people. They’re doctors 24/7. Doctors can feel trapped. Some see no alternatives to their suffering.
If you are “disappointed”, I can’t help it. I am responding with the truth, and not trying to “offer something wise” to you. Being a physician is one of the most difficult things that anyone can do, but we are not supposed to make any complaints about it. Doctors across the world work in stressful conditions, often making life or death decisions under considerable pressure. With changes in patient and societal expectations, these pressures continue to rise.