Humor

Two weeks into my third year psychiatry clerkship at the University of Rochester, I was summoned to the Dean’s Office to meet with Dr. Orbison.

Overheard this week at a conference: “Progress doesn’t come because you work hard to sell your creative new ideas. It comes when the old farts die off.”

This explains a great deal.

Problems worthy

of attack

Prove their worth

by hitting back. 

(Piet Hein)

Worry is like a rocking chair…it gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere!

(anonymous) 

Isn’t a hen just the egg’s way to make another egg?

With regard to the EHR:

(crappy process) + (technology) = (fast, expensive crap)

‘Nuff said. 

All mushrooms are edible, but some only once.  (Serbian proverb.)

For all my friends and colleagues at CMHC (with deepest apologies to Lerner and Lowe)…

All I want is a place somewhere,

Not locked down by Committee Chairs,

Where all who want can go to share,

Now wouldn't that be loverly?

Lots of documents for us to read.

Lots of communication, indeed.

Where creativity can breed.

Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?

Oh, so loverly as we all collaborate at will

We would never need to budge

For stuff that thrills like a sleeping pill.

One morning, in response to my question about how things were going, a young and first-time mother said that everything was fine but that it really hurt when her son nursed because of his tooth. I assured her that it was normal for the nursing to be uncomfortable in the beginning but that newborns do not have teeth. She insisted that her son did. One tooth. Left lower front. Sharp.

I wished I hadn’t asked...