My Mind: Lifesized

Blech...it's 2:10 PM MST and I am in no way ready for my meeting. The only reason I am posting right now is I am waiting for my database query to run so I can attempt once more to have some evidence to present to the people we're meeting with. No need to bore you with the details on how one of our hospitals is trying to pull an end run on us and bring in another Urologist or on my plans to avert it...let's just say that all my plans will be for naught unless I can get these flipping reports to print right. Ever heard of the saying, "Garbage in, garbage out"? well that's what I am dealing with. If I run the report from our patient accounting system one way it shows me a totally different total of patients referred, procedures performed, $$ generated and everything else than if I run it from a different screen. Arghhhhh, we need an in-house fricking techie.... Oh, sorry, you don't all know exactly what I do, do you? I spend part of my life as the Prac

I had to post about this. Did you happen to hear about the boy scouts rescue of an abondoned recreational diver? Here it is, straight from CNN: Forgotten diver saved by Boy Scout 'I don't want to die' Thursday, April 29, 2004 Posted: 9:10 AM EDT (1310 GMT) NEWPORT BEACH, California (AP) -- A recreational diver forgotten at sea by a boat crew drifted five hours and prayed for his life before a Boy Scout on an excursion aboard a century-old ship spotted him. Dan Carlock, 45, was left by his diving group Sunday as he drifted for hours about seven miles offshore. He noted the time of day on his small, waterproof writing slate and took photographs of himself to document that he'd made it to the surface. Carlock, a former Boy Scout, recalled his survival manual: Stay calm. Think methodically. Still, he worried about how his parents would react to his death. He said he prayed "God, I don't want to die," and "I want to be saved. I need

Unbelievable! Yesterday it was in the upper '70s (that's about 26C for you other folks) here in Missoula and this morning I awoke to snow. At first I thought it might have been the pain pill I took last night but after slapping myself and re-focusing I realized it really was snow. Enough stuck up high that the mountains around Missoula are once again white capped. I feel much better today, thanks to the Prednisone and a good nights sleep. Tonight is the Ultimate league and unfortunately for our team, three of our most experienced players (including myself) are sidelined. It will be a cold, windy night so we should expect a lot of zone defense. in just two days my folks will get to meet the lovely Ms. Annie Weissman which is both exciting and the source of some anxiety (no offense to the lovely Ms. Annie if she is reading this post). I think I can count on my hands the number of girls who've met my parents past high school...starting with Ela Aktay I believe and

Yesterday I said I was starting to feel sick, well last night it got worse. I couldn't sleep because I developed this crazy pain on my right side that felt like it was generated from inside my rib cage. As the night went on the pain got worse and I finally just got up...Much to my surprise I could hardly move. If you've ever had broken ribs, this is the feeling I had. I got an appointment to see my Pulmonologist, Rich Sellman and he was very worried. His initial fear was that I had something called a pneuumo-thoracic, which is an air bubble in the lungs lining. Luckily the x-ray revealed I did not have this bubble; had the x-ray come back positive I would have been admitted to the hospital and gotten a chest tube. Anyhow, what I do have is some pretty nasty inflammation in my lungs so I'm on Prednisone and some light pain killers. I came home early from work, plopped in a pill and have been relaxing on the couch since then. 24 is on just now, a nighttime soap here in

uh oh, I have that familiar scratchy feeling in the back of my throat and some slight nausea. This generally means one thing, a chest infection. In retrospect, I should have worn a mask when cleaning in the garage and down in the basement. I think I inhaled a ton of dust, cob webs and airborne pest poop particles from the garage. I better start right away on one of the sundry of elixers I have for such events. Damn lungs. I also spent a couple of hours in the dentist chair today, under the gentle care of one Lori Aleksic Westenfelder, DDS. Lori is replacing a crown that is just not quite right. Yes, it's true; the secret is out...I have cavaties. Lori had to give me such extra juice so I spent a good portion of the day numb on the left side of my face. I now have a temporary crown while my real one is being made. Only four more days until I get to go home for a visit! Yippee. I'll be back in Indianapolis from April 30th to May 3rd. I'll get to meet Caroline

It's been a busy Earth day weekend out here in Missoula. Yesterday morning I spent 4 hours floating the Clark fork River in a drift boat, starting just east of town and ending just west of downtown Missoula. I was with my friends Karl, Daniel (the boat is his father's and is generally used for fly fishing), Trent (Trent was our team leader and heads the Missoula Whitewater Association) and his three-year old daughter Alysse. We were participating in a big cleanup effort for the Clark Fork River. We pulled out a shopping cart, a bike, parts of a motorcycle, the springs from an old car backseat and about 8 big bags of other trash. There were over 100 other people walking the banks and by the end we had a massive amount of garbage. It's hard to believe we could get all that trash; but what is even more shocking is that 50 years ago the river ran orange at times caused by toxins from mining in Butte. It was an awesome day...I spent the afternoon working in my yard, clean

What a week. It is simply beautiful here and I'm super busy in all aspects of my life so I have no time to be anything other than happy. Work is busy, but the non-work activities are what's really keeping me hopping. I'm too occupied by Ultimate pickup games, the Ultimate League , the fund raiser for Brennan's Wave, the planning meeting for RATPOD , working on my House and watching the Pacers beat Boston to worry about anything else. Today I did another radio advertisement for our office. This is my third radio spot and I'm really enjoying learning more about radio. I always wanted to be a dj and was encouraged by the comment from the General Manager for Clear Channel who told me I could have a job with them if I was ever fired (I guess that's a compliment) because I had a natural radio voice. I got to eat lunch with the very pregnant Kristen Opsum Hollingsworth, definitely the cutest Norwegian I've ever met. She's super funny and super preggo,

Not much time to write today....I have a seminar all day. I'm super tired this morning because of our Spring Ultimate League game last night. We played probably the best tema in the league and were down 4-9 before storming back to win 13-11 and night fell. It was super fun. Afterwards we all went over to the Iron Horse for the weekly awards and libations. I'll try to blog more later.

So, I reconnected with Hunter tonight. He called me from his office in New York. I hadn't heard from him in over 2 years and my message on his home machine mid-morning on 9/11 was never answered. It was great to talk to him again and he is doing well. Hunter Lipton is an amazing human being whom I hadn't talked to in over two years. I think he's still mad at me for not going into business with him in 2000 and, knowing Hunter as I do, had I done so my life would be much different now. Anyway, I met Hunter in 1992 (I think) at the American Physical Therapy Association's national convention in Denver, Colorado. He was setting up a booth in the exhibitor's hall and I helped him. We became quick friends. Hunter built and sold a therapy staffing business then made some smart business moves with the ensuing stock. He retired at a young age to Aspen, lived the good life for a bit, moved back to New York City and has since helped start a company, try a few other ventu

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It's another cold Spring morning here in the northern Rockies. We're getting some rain and,even though I've only been out here for two summers I already know we want all the rain we can get right now because as Spring turns into Summer and summer turns into fire season, we're going to need all the water we can muster. This past weekend I spent a majority of my time working on my yard. It was nice not to be traveling or otherwise committed. I'm turning into my parents when it comes to my love of working in the yard. My front flower beds are really coming on and all the flowers, grasses and other plants my Mom put in last summer are springing to life. Last night I went over to help Phil Gardner move a massive "playhouse" from his old home up in the Rattlesnake. I got to meet the new owners, Richard and Tracy Manning. Dick is a renowned author and Tracy runs the Clark Fork Coalition. Pretty amazing people. Here are some books by Dick, Richard Manni

Cool day here in Missoula, I'm watching two dogs (Sarah & Sydney) and plan on some yard work, a local nursery is having a scratch and dent sale so I got some scratches and dents to put out front with my other perinneals ....AFTER the Pacers take it to the Celtics in game 1. Go Pacers!

Mmmmm, Ultimate frisbee. Last night was a beautiful night here in Missoula. A little crisp, but once the blood got flowing it was a sweet night for some Missoula pick-up Ultimate. I really miss all my Ultimate friends back in Indy, and the Friday night pickup games, but I'm super lucky to be living in a little town that has a large Ultimate contingent... and one that is full of elite players. Last night, as the sun started it's descent behind the mountains, I got to play Ultimate with the likes of Markie Mark (Trigger), Will Sutton (Donner Party), Dana Green (Donner, Trigger) and Michael Faris (Trigger, Kavu). Will is getting into shape for worlds in Finland, but the rest of the crew (I think there were about 25 people out last night, including the future stud Robin who is only 15 now) played at intensity levels ranging from medium to low. It was great to watch the sky turn purple as the sun sat and just hang out on the sidelines. Very Nice.

I've gone and done it. This is it, my own blog. After lightening my bank account yesterday by paying the man, the blood has all rushed to my head, thus the creation of the blog. I hope to use this site a s a way to get some of those thoughts from my brain onto paper. Perhaps you'll be interested in some of them. Welcome to my mind: Lifesize