T-shirt Ideas

Awhile back, I decided that my class of pediatrics interns needed an official t-shirt. Being the go-getter that I am, I finally got around to making the t-shirt about 2 months later. During the design process, I created several other great medically oriented shirts that, unfortunately, did not make the cut. Here are a few of them.

For everybody's favorite hapless doc.

Is New York City really popular still? I hope so.

Yea, kind of lame.

Seriously. Not even close to accurate.

I blame Grey's Anatomy. Unfortunately, this isn't reason enough for my student loans to go away, so I'm stuck in medicine.

Seeing an old friend

The combination of short daylight hours, long days at work, vacation, and weather have made it so that I haven't seen the sun in St. Louis in probably over a month. Really. So I was pleasantly surprised to see the sun on my way to the clinic today. I almost didn't recognize it.

There it is -- the sun. Beautiful.

And there's me with really short hair and sunglasses on. As you can tell from the skin tone, I'm not making up the whole not-seeing-the-sun thing.

life changing decisions

So here I am at work with a little time to kill before the next kid comes (seizures, ooohhhh). I decide to get some dinner at the cafeteria and faced some pretty tough decisions. Hamburger? Chicken strips? Bratwurst with kraut? Yes, our cafeteria has brats with kraut and I'm pretty sure that the ones I just saw at 9:30 pm were the same ones I saw at lunch. So I decided on chicken fried steak. And there it is.

Beautiful, isn't it? Actually the cafeteria came through and it wasn't too bad. With the gravy, it had just the right amount of pepper to ofset the pure thick graviness of the gravy.

And to top it off, I had a pretzel. Another impressive bit of salty deliciousness. The yellow stuff was cheese. I think. Don't hold me to that, though. I think that I really captured the essence here. I think that one can really appreciate the symbolism -- of how post-industrial America contributes and even makes more pressing the inherent question of self-identity that we all face. Come on, who hasn't felt that socieities pressures don't chip away at one's one identity, ultimately leaving us feeling twisted upon ourselves? Also, the cheese is really lumpy. I think the picture shows that, too.

So I think its safe to say that it was a successful dinner -- I satisfied both my physical hunger and my inner hunger for meaning in the face of existential uncertainties. Good times.

(I probably shouldn't post when I'm kind of sleep, sorry)