egads. i seem to have come down with a case of rampant blogorrhea. not only have i posted to congestive soul failure and last days of the republic multiple times, but i've started another section entitled the (future) evil resident which probably won't be amusing to anyone who isn't in med school and/or doesn't appreciate "scrubs." (and the ridiculous thing is, i think "scrubs" is much more realistic than e.r.) but the evil resident is sort of the antithesis of the fatman from samuel shem's seminal work "the house of god," which is a hilarious parody of the internship year of an internal medicine residency. (what i learned from reading this book: never believe a doctor just because he/she is a doctor, don't ever get sick, and if you do get sick, don't ever go to the hospital, but if you do end up in the hospital, make sure you sign a "do not resuscitate" order so that they don't try to bring you back even when you're surely too far gone.) someone please break my fingers and make me stop writing about medicine.