<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:26:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>The Medical Experience</category><category>Society/Politics</category><category>Student Life</category><category>Culture Clash</category><category>For the Ladies...</category><category>Med II</category><category>Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category>Clinical Experiences</category><category>Photography</category><category>Chaotic Lebanon</category><category>Med IV</category><category>Late Night</category><category>Med III</category><category>Ramblings</category><category>Checkpoints</category><category>Patients of Note</category><category>Family and Friends</category><category>Hamra</category><category>Music / Video</category><category>Traffic</category><category>Goodbyes</category><category>Overheard</category><category>Surgery: General</category><category>Future Lebanon</category><category>Religion</category><category>Did You Know?</category><category>Road Rage</category><category>Blast from the Past</category><category>Bliss Street</category><category>Cancer</category><category>Food</category><category>Internal Medicine - Team B</category><category>Islam</category><category>Rites of Passage</category><category>Secularism</category><category>Surgery: ER</category><category>Vacation</category><category>ADSL</category><category>Adultery</category><category>Age</category><category>Beeper</category><category>Beiteddine Festival</category><category>Cab Rides</category><category>Capital Punishment</category><category>Family Medicine: ER</category><category>Internal Medicine - Team C</category><category>Internal Medicine: 5 South</category><category>Internet</category><category>La/Le Colleague</category><category>News</category><category>OPD: Pediatrics</category><category>Ogero</category><category>Oncology</category><category>PGY-1</category><category>Prices</category><category>Restaurants</category><category>Restaurants and Pubs</category><category>Solicitors</category><category>Stoning</category><category>Telecom</category><category>Time</category><category>World Cup 2010</category><category>7-Church Visit</category><category>Blood Donation</category><category>Cardiology</category><category>Cinema Paradiso</category><category>Cranial Nerve Zero</category><category>Cranial Nerves</category><category>Diabetes</category><category>Donner Sang Compter</category><category>FIFA</category><category>Freedom of Speech</category><category>Holy Thursday</category><category>Internal Medicine - ER</category><category>LVAD</category><category>Le Cirque Invisible</category><category>Lebanese Media</category><category>Nurses</category><category>Political Leaders</category><category>Racism</category><category>Reviews</category><category>Slavery</category><category>Southpark</category><category>Summer</category><category>Sunsets</category><category>Surgery: CardioThoracic</category><category>Surgery: Vascular</category><category>Trivia</category><category>Urology</category><category>Victoria Chaplin</category><category>Video Refereeing</category><category>Vuvuzelas</category><category>Weather</category><category>Wine</category><title>Of Bar Stools And Med School</title><description>When two friends/colleagues scribble daily thoughts about nothing and everything...</description><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (La colleague)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-240935407740870966</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2016 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-07-08T09:25:49.185+03:00</atom:updated><title>Of Love and Hate</title><atom:summary type="text">
I hate how little time I had with you
I hate all that kept me away from you
I hate time and its unperceivable speed
I hate it that you&#39;re away

When I can&#39;t see you, touch you, hold you tight
When I can&#39;t hear you, smell you, through the night
There&#39;s silence now, and no one else
And it pains me, kills me, to sleep without


</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2016/07/of-love-and-hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-6033014762821571268</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2014 10:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-14T17:00:49.006+02:00</atom:updated><title>Too long, too far...</title><atom:summary type="text">
There are few ways to make a comeback after such a long absence. I have tried before, and there&#39;s just too much going on for me to wish or promise a steady blogging schedule...
I was asked to help edit a few blog posts, by someone, for someone else. These, I actually just finished, and naturally, the memories came flowing, and I found myself sneaking some time off and going through my blog and </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2014/02/too-long-too-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-110403314605167159</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2012 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-07T00:46:15.786+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><title>Spanish Heart</title><atom:summary type="text">
... And since we&#39;re in the reminiscing mood...

This song is literally the first song I ever remember. Ever. Early 80s as I was some 8 or 9 years old, toward the end of the civil war. I remember the old boombox that played this tape.&amp;nbsp;

Here&#39;s to a great childhood in spite of all.&amp;nbsp;




</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/07/spanish-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/u3F1FKBcBdU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5463189985417886797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2012 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-07T00:48:14.862+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blast from the Past</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Goodbyes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med II</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med III</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Student Life</category><title>And Light There Was...</title><atom:summary type="text">
How about a trip to the past? Let&#39;s go back to the beginning... Doubtful that anyone but my dear La Colleague will remember this: And Let There Be Light

It&#39;s been 5 years. 5 completed years of ups, downs,&amp;nbsp;and all kinds of craziness...
4 years of med school, 1 hell of an intern year, at first and in prospect seemed like ages, but now, in retrospect, nothing more than a few years in memory.</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/07/and-light-there-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5263089275273874165</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-01T22:54:31.605+03:00</atom:updated><title>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><atom:summary type="text">
What is it with us members of modern society and that elusive sense of satisfaction? Well at least the&amp;nbsp;kind that lasts for more than a few hours or days...

Have you found yourself thinking about just how big of a nagger you are? Well I have, and it&#39;s not looking too good.&amp;nbsp;

At work: &quot;Oh god the never ending work!&quot; - &quot;Oh god I cant take this anymore!&quot; - &quot;Oh god I need a vacation!&quot;

On </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/05/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-4912052789747458490</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-14T18:45:35.672+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sunsets</category><title>Of Seaside Afternoons - Again</title><atom:summary type="text">

Kaslik, Lebanon - April 2012


Off the coast of north lebanon.
Gathered with a few friends for seaside sangrias. This is how the day ended.
Calm and quiet like you rarely ever experience anymore these days, a nice 25 degree breeze, the sounds of a few small waves breaking every now and then... Then you close your eyes and let the thoughts wash over you.

Breathtaking afternoon</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/04/kaslik-lebanon-april-2012-off-coast-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOdfKq_tZoqTsvgNLdD2ICcxVr10LcLuEaX4URQ9R_8KWrqBq1oLV4EdvQizzV1qHsAeUbEQM4M0non3qzcufG1_MJ4rq4SPsAkhaFi1iVu8yl_ZVhLPXPOIcEDAiT4pTHICk4PKRSA/s72-c/IMG_3339.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-22471174471074557</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T19:09:22.869+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Late Night</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wine</category><title>In Candlelight</title><atom:summary type="text">

Beirut, March 2012



In candlelight the glass doth glowOne look at it and you will knowThat when a day just took its tollThe wine is here to launder all
In candlelight the glass runs lowThese sips of wine will just not throwAll of your troubles, here to staySo please my friend just drive home safe
Nothing like sleep, ever will fareIn wiping off that nightly glare</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/04/beirut-march-2012-in-candlelight-glass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5aGE_Rmb42tKThz50rEpYZ_-28yjfIFOPPCzkHHO9i7Yu64T65CzLb2GndQCNx9-wW4Dgn5yIzgqqzVoSA8Z6kscz7q0fUmXLSsi6oSuPl7m6kiGgwoxR7pHeN8Frw-TwE9MOH-T3g/s72-c/IMG_3265.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-311920536599007550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T23:37:39.041+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Time</category><title>Making a come back so bear with me...</title><atom:summary type="text">November 5, the date of my last post... I think that&#39;s the longest I&#39;ve gone without posting anything And if you know anything about me, it&#39;s my crazy schedule and constant struggle with time.
I mean here I am some 3 or 4 months later, still dry for ideas. But how come? I mean neither life or career has been remotely quiet enough to explain this. Quite the opposite, really. Since then, I&#39;ve gone </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2012/04/making-come-back-so-bear-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5359038771962265829</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T07:40:41.235+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For the Ladies...</category><title>She came...</title><atom:summary type="text">She came to him. After a long absence, she came and with one look, they both knew at once. They knew immediately what was on each other&#39;s and respective minds.
He looked at her with hungry eyes. She smiled and came closer. A long, warm embrace, and he could feel her body once more. The feel of the thin fabric of her dress under his hands, gliding so softly over her skin, filled him with desire. </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-came-to-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-4559436637969255627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T22:01:31.580+03:00</atom:updated><title>It&amp;#39;s Time...</title><atom:summary type="text">Big surprise... It&#39;s October and Lebanese Internet still sucks! Wow</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-2626832404726296552</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T23:27:10.128+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beeper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clinical Experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PGY-1</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>Surgery, What&#39;s it like?</title><atom:summary type="text">Morning round at 6:30 AM, end of shift 6PM if you&#39;re not on call, and the next day at 6PM if you&#39;re on call (36-hour duty), 6 days a week. What&#39;s up?

I&#39;ve never felt or been so out of time for so long in my life. What&#39;s it like? Forget about having the slightest bit of time for anything unexpected like your car breaking down or your grandmother getting sick. These have no place in your loaded </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/surgery-whats-it-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-1388214915448095312</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-27T19:52:26.179+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Overheard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">PGY-1</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urology</category><title>Overheard</title><atom:summary type="text">At the nurse&#39;s station desk. 

Urology resident on the phone: &quot;the &#39;testicle&#39; is coming make sure you get all the bloodwork by tonight. 

It took time to realize he was talking about about a new patient coming for testicular surgery.

How random. </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/overheard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-250917805698594574</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-18T22:40:48.964+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><title>Step Back Inside.</title><atom:summary type="text">Here comes some white to offset all the black I&#39;ve been ranting about. 
Here comes karma. 
Here comes something to look forward to. 

Mr. Rubik, your puzzle has been solved. </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/step-back-inside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-1139437749719046170</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-14T23:15:39.737+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For the Ladies...</category><title>The contrast between black and white...</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white&quot; - The Counting Crows in Round Here.

Black and white... The best way to describe the past two months! White, then black and white, and then a big load of black is what happened.Loving every second of your life can be a very tricky situation. Because you start wondering why and how it&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/07/contrast-between-black-and-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-2614007647829000037</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2011 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-05T10:11:44.445+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Weather</category><title>Blind Item</title><atom:summary type="text">

Weather Conflict! LoL
Is there such a thing as an&amp;nbsp;accurate weather forecast?? Yahoo, get your act together!! There&#39;s no sun out today! And yesterday wasn&#39;t better!

And why is this weekend so gloomy???? Beach plans gone south for the second day in a row!</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/06/blind-item.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t6lRzs_VjX0ekWzMK9YpQlmkayR8mg7a1LfOaP6rL-nyAzo85hBAUF4M7btsjFWo-Wxoo9AoOkTx4wDL8zBnGpQDyoh49y4qKPKmd13b84I1-CaO4OhnHgJQbk6opnErMhF0rocD8g/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-7568036909181370256</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-01T10:52:47.904+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prices</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurants and Pubs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews</category><title>El Falamanki Review</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been meaning to talk about this place for a while now, but I hadn&#39;t been there that often and didn&#39;t want to judge based on one experience. So here it comes now.

El Falamanki is a middle eastern restaurant slash lounge in the Sodeco area in Achrafieh. I kept hearing about it here and there and until I tried it a few weeks ago for the first time, I never understood the fuss.
But now I do... </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-falamanki-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-8288501817994452865</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-01T10:49:59.522+03:00</atom:updated><title>Of Seaside Afternoons</title><atom:summary type="text">

Beirut, Lebanon - May 2011
Here we go again :)
After a hard workout and a lengthy shower. The cool sea breeze under warm sunlight, and Bruce Springsteen&#39;s Streets of Philadelphia blasting in my earphones for a very serene mood. 
Love it.




</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-seaside-afternoons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYT1kAQYRO4OGBV83fPKQePFUKYtNdnpT4-H6xRl86dGX7n0EF1ZGpWQ4_Sd27CcmOp1IMRm_uG2GzcIGKj37J5LRGqmiedx_pb2VFstElZntfmxqY7E-DDt5fVnWuPzFVIcZ12-HZWA/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-1405045463712626905</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-27T11:07:32.461+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>It&#39;s here... It&#39;s finally here!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s to ending another long and intricate chapter in an incredibly long book -and to the first page of a new chapter with more and more drama &amp;nbsp;- Loving every page. Graduating in a few weeks and having this to look forward to is simply... Sweet ...!

This is everything I&#39;ve wanted. The news is still sinking in 10 days after it came in.

You can bet everything that I will be thinking... Did </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-here-its-finally-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkmMxInTOmdG1sPWrRU-mi0lu6ct7fwQfV1ZAgDWpTFk1tqBstuU8OTW03CR79Z1qizEcvqHqZQnILxz2-98i9itq5NaPNmTDB1HGOdA0-DxhX3HfnHfGywEzWjpKT7UtZk-NpdZ9ng/s72-c/Sceen+Mail.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-7583762084846540761</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-18T11:19:56.679+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blood Donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Did You Know?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Donner Sang Compter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For the Ladies...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>Ladies and Gentlemen, We Need Your Blood!</title><atom:summary type="text">There are many organizations around Lebanon who have taken specific interest in blood drives. For a reason. Despite this, there&amp;nbsp;has always been a shortage of blood for patients in need. It&#39;s simple numbers, there are so many patients in need of blood transfusions that the number of donors is just not enough. It&#39;s the same with organ donation. 

What if you could help? What&#39;s in it to you? I </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-need-your-blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-6483236232593912541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T08:00:02.778+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - ER</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Patients of Note</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Student Life</category><title>Small World and Memories Past</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear N. you sweet old lady,

I have only the faintest memory of you. I am told passionately by those close to me and to your family that I spent the better part of my childhood fiddling around in your house with your children&#39;s children. Now that, I do&amp;nbsp;remember. You see when I was some 7 years old, I was infatuated with your granddaughter Z., P.&#39;s daughter, A.&#39;s sister.&amp;nbsp;
I have to look </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-world-and-memories-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-7741235868907091416</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-26T08:27:12.427+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><title>Of Seaside Mornings</title><atom:summary type="text">


Beirut, Lebanon - February 2011

There&#39;s something about the sea during the morning hours.&amp;nbsp;If you&#39;re a morning person - or an insomniac, of course - then&amp;nbsp;I suggest a nice cup of coffee at the coast.&amp;nbsp;Nothing better to clear your mind and get ready for an anticipated stressful day at work!
Location:Corniche
</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-seaside-mornings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvelcw-6jTvx_YX5A-b8Usn0-e6BGkRFXJBQzEed3DztWbjMDW-d0myAS95xs54OaYYfVBD73Br3jNoparpjVjF-DTLNcpEwxu7bu5I2Manvv2Dt5yoL-rdoB_T5NSnBwofTX0mced0Q/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-839523531386370476</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 05:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-19T07:24:49.401+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beeper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clinical Experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team C</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nurses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>A Physician&#39;s Closest Enemy...</title><atom:summary type="text">... is actually the patient&#39;s lifeline. That brilliant little invention called a Beeper or Pager that&#39;s designed and built to keep you alert and reachable, &amp;nbsp;and without which the phrase &quot;on call&quot; would have no practical meaning whatsoever.
That&#39;s all very nice. I mean it&#39;s really hard to conceive of a hospital functioning without pagers. Every single attempt at communication would invariably</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/physicians-closest-enemy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-1673592721909668814</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-13T07:59:27.161+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Goodbyes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><title>Of Friendship and Lack Thereof</title><atom:summary type="text">What happens when you run out of outlets? What happens when your friends are leaving, one by one, caving to the attraction of a random civilized country with hope for a decent and secure future, and you&#39;re left counting how many of them you have left? Two or three? Or is it one? Shit I don&#39;t know anymore!
I&#39;ll tell you what happens. You&#39;re left with two or three mindsets that cooperate or take </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-friendship-and-lack-thereof.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-4788120836125765694</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T09:07:21.405+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team C</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rites of Passage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Student Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>Another Catch-Up Post</title><atom:summary type="text">Well it has been a while since my last post. I&#39;ve been busy lately, and last night I happened to check out my blog and realized that I&#39;d &#39;left&#39; on a very sad note. Sorry about that!
So&amp;nbsp;what have we missed?&amp;nbsp;One relationship anniversary, one uneventful new year&#39;s eve, another goodbye to another good friend leaving the country, another monumental governmental failure (but we&#39;re used to </atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-catch-up-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-1736513894761637836</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-21T20:32:23.096+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clinical Experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team B</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oncology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Patients of Note</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><title>The Bitter End</title><atom:summary type="text">They called me to your room, I saw you for myselfI saw you, and my self was torn
Who you remind me of, I dare not sayThe consequences I dare not see
Your habit, got the best of youBut you of it, have the worst end
And they will be there, to hold your handYour loved ones, till the bitter end
Themselves miles more torn than meWritten for a dying mother...</atom:summary><link>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitter-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>