Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Boston is not Manhattan; it's not a convenient grid, where 3 rights makes a left. With the exception of a tiny area between Hynes Convention Center and the Public Gardens, Boston is a mishmosh of streets. I understand when there is an accident blocking the road, the police officers did not have the time to set up an appropriate detour, but if there is construction or a road race, chances are that was planned and there was sufficient time to figure out how to best redirect traffic.
When I first moved to Boston, there was a detour downtown that forced me to make a left I had not planned on. I spent the next 20 minutes just trying to figure out how the heck to get back to where I needed to be to get onto 93N. If you live here, you know what I'm talking about. I cursed a lot that day. Last week it happened again, in Brookline with construction blocking an intersection. Luckily I know the area well from being there for 4 years, but I felt badly for anyone who was from out of town or a new resident. I don't understand why it is so difficult to put up a few extra signs. Is there a shortage of "Detour" signs? If so, I'll help you make some. With glitter!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
This article by LZ Granderson is very well written and explains why it is so irritating, and why it's not your job to police the road with your own vehicle (unless you're a cop, obviously, because then that is actually your job). He also mentions a few other things that I hate like when people stand on the left on busy escalators.
What I do hate, however, is putting on recently laundered jeans. Something about clean denim I find itchy and uncomfortable. It conforms to the body in a way that seems wrong. It's as if a really good friend went out and joined a cult and was now pressuring you to do the same. Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but it does feel like you're wearing someone else's pants. As a freshman in college I remember my roommate and I doing lunges around our room in order to stretch out our clean pants. It does help a little, but nothing can really be done until you re-break them in. The worst is when you just finish making them tolerable, and you spill something on yourself. Now that I really really hate.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Is there anything worse than this? After a long day of studying in the library, having to get on the subway when a baseball game is ending is just the most irritating thing in the world. You're exhausted, sick of studying and all you want to do is get home and eat dinner and go to sleep, but you're stuck smushed on the T with drunk singing people. Or perhaps you went to a charity wine tasting and would love to relax on the bus ride home, but the people who brought bottles of wine onto the bus would rather sing "American Pie" at the tops of their lungs. I know the tables get turned sometimes, but right now I'd like to find the girl singing "R.E.S.P.E.C.T." and slap her face. I guess I should have gotten a bus bottle....
Thursday, October 20, 2011
This presentation reminded me of a professor for one of my classes that would put approximately 1,000 words on the slide (size 18 font obviously) and then proceed to read the entire slide to us in our huge lecture, all the while following along with his laser pointer. It was so painful. It made me rue the day that PowerPoint was invented. Although maybe he was going for a "sing-along" and none of us joined in. I had not previously considered that possibility. That would have made anatomy lecture much more invigorating:
"Good morning class! Today we're studying cardiovascular embryology. It's to the tune of the 'Star Spangled Banner' so don't be shy about joining in! 'Oooh say can you see, the foramen ovale, when it clooooses at birth, the atrial septum is complete.' Everybody! 'Endocardial cushions, in the atrial canal....' "
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I actually just heard a tip from How To Do Everything and the advice was to drop another of the same object. So if you dropped a nail in the grass (the advice giver was a carpenter) drop another nail to see where it falls. He said that it somehow trains your eyes to "see" the original object. That would have been very helpful last week when I dropped my earring and had to crawl around on my bedroom floor for 4 minutes trying to find it. It's not so helpful if you drop something that you only have one of, though, or if another one is not readily accessible. But maybe this advice will help me not hate dropping and losing things to much.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I'm currently on the bus and the girl sitting next to me has continually hit me with her elbows, poked me with the edges of her economics textbook, and kicked me. I want to say, there is an arm rest here that deliniates the boundaries of your seat. Yes, you may fight for the rights of the arm rest, but you may not cross to the other side. This also goes for planes, trains, and movie theaters. Respect the arm rest!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Seriously, who spits their gum out on the sidewalk?? You know someone could step in it and then make a sticking noise everytime they take a step. Arrggg so angry right now. Just use a freaking garbage bin! They are everywhere, and if you can't find one immediately, find an old receipt or the gum wrapper, spit it in there, and wait until you find one. People are so rude and inconsiderate of shoes!!
Monday, October 3, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
(BTW that pronunciation is just a guess, because I can't understand the pronunciation guide.)
Monday, July 25, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
After 2 days of trying to get in touch with someone at the office, she was told they would have the prescription filled for her at an out-of-town pharmacy where she was going to be traveling on vacation. When arriving on vacation she discovered that this was not true and her medication ran out. Mary called her physician's office again, and was then told (a day later) that she had to have an appointment in order to get a refill. Keep in mind that Mary has run out of her very important medication. Mary luckily managed to get an appointment, only to be told by the doctor that he lost some of her paperwork (he blamed medical bureaucracy for the loss) and that is why he didn't want to refill the prescription. Even during the appointment, he refused to give her a temporary supply of the medication until they were able to sort things out (for those of you not in medicine, that is a common practice). He also told Mary that she had been non-compliant over the course of the last month because according to his files, her prescription was due to end in May (for the record, it hadn't run out and she was very compliant). Finally, Mary went to her primary care physician who immediately prescribed a two month supply so that she wouldn't have to worry about going without while the specialist dealt with his missing paperwork. Needless to say, Mary is going to find a new specialist.
I'm not a physician yet, so I can't say that bureaucracy wasn't to blame for the lost paperwork, or that the physician was just acting to the best of his knowledge. However, he was rude to my friend and her husband, irrationally stubborn, and refused to acknowledge that his patient was without a necessary medication needed to control her condition. He waived off all reasonable solutions suggested by Mary and her husband, even when his nursing staff pointed out the absurdity of his actions. Three separate hospitals and two pharmacies all agreed that his actions were not appropriate.
As a future physician, I am just appalled by this doctor's actions. If Mary had been a brand new patient, or if she had been looking for some kind of high dose pain killers, I would understand his hesitation. Neither scenario is the case. Additionally, without her medication, Mary's health was at risk, and she very easily could have experienced a set-back or had to be hospitalized. Mary and her husband are both obviously incredibly upset by the whole fiasco, and generally feeling let down by medicine. Doctors should put their patients' needs as the highest priority. That is the first thing you learn in medical school and it is a central tenant to our code of ethics. It is very upsetting when someone who you are supposed to trust to care for you does the exact opposite.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
This weekend my friend and I were crossing the street with our ice cream when all of a sudden the guy in front of us squats down to tie his shoe. Yes I understand it's important to tie your shoelaces so you don't trip on them and fall flat on your face, but really, in the middle of a busy sidewalk, practically in the crosswalk?! No. We almost tripped on him, and in hindsight I wish I had. Or at least "accidentally" kicked him. Why is it so difficult to move just a few steps over to the side? Oh wait, it's not!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
As an example, proper etiquette dictates that you let any swimmers already in the lane know that you will be joining them. Last week I was swimming and as I was approaching the wall in the deep end to do a flip turn, someone jumped into my lane, practically on top of me. First of all, I was going to be on my way in approx 3 seconds. Your jump seriously couldn't wait?! Secondly, it totally freaked me out because I certainly did not expect someone to jump on top of me. It startled me and in a pool that can be dangerous. Letting swimmers already in the lane know you are joining in is as easy as putting your legs over the edge of the pool while the person approaches the wall. They just need to be aware of your presence prior to you sneaking up on them; you don't need to jump on top of them or stop them for a chitchat. A few weeks ago there was an old woman who just started swimming in the lane I was sharing with another swimmer. She didn't say anything, she just started swimming. (And I use the term swimming very lightly because it was more like floating with slight arm movements. I think she was averaging about 4min per 50yds if not slower.) The other woman in my lane nearly swam into her, and I wound up having to move since the old lady refused to comprehend what we were trying to explain to her.
Another pool rule is to circle swim when there are more than 2 people in a lane. (For you non-swimmers, that means people swim counter-clockwise, always staying to the right as you swim as opposed staying on one half of the lane as you would do when having only 2 people in the lane.) Although I see the necessity, I very much dislike it, mostly because it is impossible to find lanes with people of equal ability. Someone is always faster than the others. At the YMCA, since most of the people in the pool are over 60, I tend to be the faster one. There are times when I'm not, and I always make sure to check where the other swimmers are to know when to yield at the wall. It is proper etiquette to yield to a faster swimmer when they are close behind you. The faster swimmer can signal this by tapping the person's foot, which means that the slower person stops at the next wall to allow the faster swimmer to pass. I usually notice when someone is closing in, and yield automatically, probably because I have a heightened awareness of the problem. Usually, I wind up having to sprint passed people because they never yield. So frustrating, especially when you are trying to do fast sets.
There is also a rule about how you should actually be swimming laps in the lane. There is a woman who "swims" around the same time I do in the mornings. She takes the water dumbbells, stands in the shallow end, and does some kind of water aerobics. The YMCA I belong to has a special therapy pool for this purpose. It's about 4ft deep and perfect if you're not actually doing laps. So why this woman insists on taking up space in a lap lane is beyond me. Although, she usually shares a lane with super slow old lady that I mentioned above. Maybe they are BFFs.
This isn't one of the posted rules but it annoys me anyway, I hate when people swim breaststroke or butterfly in a shared lane. These strokes require a wide berth and are very disruptive to the person with whom you are sharing a lane. I have seen experienced swimmers switch to freestyle or one-armed butterfly while their lane-mate swims by; this is acceptable. It is not okay to smack the other person every 25 yards. Please, wait until you have your own lane or at least be aware of the other swimmer so you can adjust your stroke accordingly.
I am also annoyed when people do not swim straight. I have crashed into a few people because they strayed over the line and into my half of the lane. Do you know how much a literal head-on collision hurts? A lot. It also hurts to clonk hands or get kicked, so if you go to the pool, stay on your own side. And if you're going to cut across a lane (for example, if you are trying to get to the stairs) make sure the swimmers in the lane aren't approaching. I nearly killed a woman a few months ago when I got to the wall in the middle of a set and nearly plowed into her. I mean, really. You must have seen me coming. Did you think I was just going to stop halfway through that lap??
Finally, don't dirty the pool up. That means, take a shower before entering to wash off the sweat, lotion, deodorant, etc. Wear a swim cap if you have hair in order to prevent nasty hair balls that float around. And never, ever ever pee in the pool. Seriously.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
What I HATE though, is when pedestrians walk through traffic. Nothing is more frustrating to have a little green arrow (and no "Yield to Pedestrians on Turns" sign) and have to wait through several light cycles for all the pedestrians to get out of your way. I want to yell out the window, "Wait your turn! It's my turn!" but I'm afraid I'll sound like a 5-year-old waiting in line for the slide at recess. It's just so terrible to wait in line at a light while it goes green several times and you can't go anywhere because people are crossing the street when they shouldn't be. Usually at these times I have to pee or I'm running late and that makes it all the more frustrating.
I also see crazy people who literally cross through oncoming traffic. Meaning, the light is green, you are trying to go straight, and someone just steps out onto the street like they are so self important that they don't care about you or anything else. They don't care that your adrenaline spikes, you slam on your breaks to avoid hitting them and your heart pounds for several minutes after. And you know that in court it would totally be your fault if you hit them, even though they pretty much pounced in front of your moving vehicle. Maybe next time I should just plow into them, you know, for the sake of our species and removing the lesser beings. All that natural selection jazz.
Finally, my greatest pet peeve in regards to pedestrians and jaywalking is when people cross the street, with no regard to oncoming traffic, and they have a small child with them. If you are pushing a stroller, you know that stroller goes into the street first, right? And your child would be hit before you?? Having a child is the most beautiful gift in the world (well, so I've been told by new moms) and seeing caregivers putting their child in danger makes me insane. Just for once, think about someone other than yourself!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
But people... do not, I repeat, DO NOT wear the race shirt during the race. If you ran the race last year and you want to wear last year's shirt, that's fine, but you cannot wear the shirt for a race you haven't even completed yet. First of all, you typically receive the shirts on race morning. I have to wonder, all of you in the race shirt, did you forget to bring a shirt? Did you run out of the house topless and then count your blessings when the race director provided you with a shirt? I mean, really. Secondly, although some race directors will provide you a nice tech T-shirt, many of them are cotton, and cotton is not exactly the ideal racing material. Let's be honest here.
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, it is practically the first rule of running that you never ever ever try something new on race day. I don't care if it's a dinky 10k. You never try something new on race day! NEVER! Not new socks, or new shoes or shorts or hydration schemes or paces or food or SHIRTS! Nothing new! Seriously! That is such a newbie mistake, and wearing the shirt just highlights your noobness.
Many runners agree with me, so you know it's not just me. You may change into the race shirt immediately after the race, however. That is totally acceptable. And perhaps preferable so you don't wear a stinky sweaty shirt around all afternoon. Gross.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Some people are jerks. And I hate those people. Yesterday, while she should have been enjoying a lovely warm SuperBowl Sunday, my friend Shemily's car was involved in a hit and run accident. Her car was quite damaged, and there was no way for her to tell who the guilty party was. Luckily, an extremely wonderful person witnessed the event and left a note on her windshield stating that he would be willing to serve as a witness that a truck from one Rod's Towing in Putney, VT was the one who inflicted such damage to Shemily's car. Without the witness, Shemily would be out of luck because the driver left no note.
Yes, it sucks if you hit someone else's car, especially if it was something totally unavoidable (like you didn't look behind you while backing up). But that is no excuse to flee the scene! It's also a crime and you can get up to 5 years in jail! So don't be a jerk, pay the consequences for your actions. And for now, Shemily and I are going to make up horrible stories about Rod from Putney, VT and what the heck he was even doing way down in Boston. Dealing drugs? Seeing a mistress? The possibilities are endless...
Friday, February 4, 2011
Here's my opinion. Take off the headset because you look stupid, and put it in your pocket. It's like the size of a Ghurken pickle. It won't take up too much space.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
An additional problem is that the second it warms up above 32, the snow partially melts and then refreezes at night turning the sidewalk into a giant glacier/ice skating rink. I'm relatively young with decent coordination and balance and if I'm having trouble walking, imagine poor 84-year old ladies with canes trying to get to temple. Actually, one time I did have to help an old lady to temple on a snowy day. I guess a lot of people near me need help when it snows...
So home owners, I know you're sick of the snow, as most Bostonians are at this point (over 60 inches so far this winter with ~16 more expected this week! ARG!), but please for the love of Pete, shovel your sidewalks well with a path at least 42 inches wide according to Boston law. Your neighbors will thank you! (Also if you don't someone can report you to the state and you can get a fine, so just do it!)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
(PS- In the interest of full disclosure I should mention that I do like Kelly Clarkson. I am very glad for her but that was season 1 and now it's 10.)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
1. There is no room to put the snow. In the country and suburbs, people have lawns on which to throw the snow, or you can make some piles by the curb since people aren't really parking on the streets. In the city, however, this is a serious issue. There are no lawns, there are cars parked on every inch of the curb, and there is just no where for the snow to go. Because of this, it is always in the way causing serious inconveniences.
2. It gets dirty really quickly. Snow in the country or suburbs is pretty. It is white and fluffy looking and you can almost hear it calling to you: "Come roll in me and make a snow angel!" In the city this is not the case. The snow practically falls from the sky as brownish slush. It's so disgusting covered in soot and garbage and urine from dogs and homeless men.
3. The snow causes major traffic problems. A few years ago in Boston we got a major snow storm that started after the morning commute. While at work everyone panicked and left work early. And when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. The traffic was so terrible that people began running out of gas and couldn't move off the highways to get to the gas station. Then all the gas-less abandoned cars piled up causing more traffic. A colleague told me it took her 5 hours to go 12 miles (she is a doctor and was on her way to the hospital). That's just ridiculous.
4. The sidewalks don't get cleared fully, then people walk on the snow and compact it and turn it into slush, then it melts a little and refreezes and turns to ice and then everyone falls. I will admit that sometimes it's funny to watch but not when people actually get hurt. And not when it's you doing the falling. In a suburb you would just avoid the ice and walk in the street but in the city you would get run over by a taxi.
5. People freak out and buy all the milk. I don't know why when a big storm is coming everyone feels the need to buy milk. If the power goes out, your milk is just going to go bad! Shouldn't you buy something more practical, like granola bars or canned tuna or something else that doesn't require electricity to enjoy? And how much milk are you drinking that you can't go without it for the next 24 hours if you happen to run out? I don't get it!
For these reasons and many more, snow within a city totally and unequivocally sucks.