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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 03:28:32 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Summer</category><category>Beeper</category><category>For the Ladies...</category><category>Cab Rides</category><category>La/Le Colleague</category><category>Surgery: Vascular</category><category>Traffic</category><category>Secularism</category><category>Cancer</category><category>Road Rage</category><category>Student Life</category><category>Surgery: General</category><category>ADSL</category><category>Internal Medicine - ER</category><category>Future Lebanon</category><category>PGY-1</category><category>Slavery</category><category>Internal Medicine: 5 South</category><category>Donner Sang Compter</category><category>Overheard</category><category>Rites of Passage</category><category>OPD: Pediatrics</category><category>Urology</category><category>Ogero</category><category>Vuvuzelas</category><category>Surgery: CardioThoracic</category><category>Surgery: ER</category><category>Blind Items / Short Rants</category><category>Ramblings</category><category>7-Church Visit</category><category>Food</category><category>Weather</category><category>Family and Friends</category><category>Southpark</category><category>Cranial Nerves</category><category>Victoria Chaplin</category><category>World Cup 2010</category><category>Stoning</category><category>Racism</category><category>The Medical Experience</category><category>Telecom</category><category>Family Medicine: ER</category><category>Nurses</category><category>Oncology</category><category>Lebanese Media</category><category>Solicitors</category><category>Did You Know?</category><category>Religion</category><category>Society/Politics</category><category>News</category><category>Cranial Nerve Zero</category><category>Clinical Experiences</category><category>Reviews</category><category>Prices</category><category>Med III</category><category>Diabetes</category><category>Age</category><category>Islam</category><category>Late Night</category><category>Political Leaders</category><category>Hamra</category><category>Internet</category><category>Bliss Street</category><category>Capital Punishment</category><category>Blast from the Past</category><category>FIFA</category><category>Blood Donation</category><category>Photography</category><category>Internal Medicine - Team C</category><category>Vacation</category><category>Le Cirque Invisible</category><category>Chaotic Lebanon</category><category>Cardiology</category><category>Music / Video</category><category>Holy Thursday</category><category>Checkpoints</category><category>Patients of Note</category><category>Cinema Paradiso</category><category>Restaurants</category><category>Culture Clash</category><category>Goodbyes</category><category>Trivia</category><category>Freedom of Speech</category><category>Adultery</category><category>Time</category><category>Internal Medicine - Team B</category><category>Video Refereeing</category><category>Med II</category><category>Med IV</category><category>Beiteddine Festival</category><category>Restaurants and Pubs</category><category>LVAD</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>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool" /><feedburner:info uri="ofbarstoolsandmedschool" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><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>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'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/QPViF-T7Oy4/she-came-to-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/QPViF-T7Oy4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-came-to-him.html</feedburner:origLink></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's Time...</title><atom:summary>Big surprise... It's October and Lebanese Internet still sucks! Wow</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/rIObJhNxr74/it-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/rIObJhNxr74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-time.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">PGY-1</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clinical Experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beeper</category><title>Surgery, What's it like?</title><atom:summary>Morning round at 6:30 AM, end of shift 6PM if you're not on call, and the next day at 6PM if you're on call (36-hour duty), 6 days a week. What's up?

I've never felt or been so out of time for so long in my life. What'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/sILHLSqLhr4/surgery-whats-it-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/sILHLSqLhr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/surgery-whats-it-like.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">PGY-1</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Overheard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><title>Overheard</title><atom:summary>At the nurse's station desk. 

Urology resident on the phone: "the 'testicle' 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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/SEuL7I-imd0/overheard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/SEuL7I-imd0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/overheard.html</feedburner:origLink></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>Here comes some white to offset all the black I'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/6woWySjWtaA/step-back-inside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/6woWySjWtaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/08/step-back-inside.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">For the Ladies...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><title>The contrast between black and white...</title><atom:summary>"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white" - 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's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/aTlSUTr_dRo/contrast-between-black-and-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/aTlSUTr_dRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/07/contrast-between-black-and-white.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">Weather</category><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><title>Blind Item</title><atom:summary>

Weather Conflict! LoL
Is there such a thing as an accurate weather forecast?? Yahoo, get your act together!! There's no sun out today! And yesterday wasn't better!

And why is this weekend so gloomy???? Beach plans gone south for the second day in a row!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/d1hjy3kDw7k/blind-item.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VA750i7zhWo/TesrGhp-92I/AAAAAAAAAM4/4e5Sym8h29w/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/d1hjy3kDw7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/06/blind-item.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">Reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurants and Pubs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prices</category><title>El Falamanki Review</title><atom:summary>I've been meaning to talk about this place for a while now, but I hadn't been there that often and didn'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/agJPQ8xRp6k/el-falamanki-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/agJPQ8xRp6k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-falamanki-review.html</feedburner:origLink></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>

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's Streets of Philadelphia blasting in my earphones for a very serene mood. 
Love it.




</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/ItcQ5mrWr1o/of-seaside-afternoons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6v29xO6bBJo/TbwWhFhcf2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YEY-JTxxzuY/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/ItcQ5mrWr1o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-seaside-afternoons.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">The Medical Experience</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#">Checkpoints</category><title>It's here... It's finally here!</title><atom:summary>Here'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  - Loving every page. Graduating in a few weeks and having this to look forward to is simply... Sweet ...!

This is everything I've wanted. The news is still sinking in 10 days after it came in.

You can bet everything that I will be thinking... Did I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/R8nIIDfn4OE/its-here-its-finally-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tm5GEUz3z4M/TbfKx9869TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Xo4QVfRf554/s72-c/Sceen+Mail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/R8nIIDfn4OE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-here-its-finally-here.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Did You Know?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blood Donation</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><title>Ladies and Gentlemen, We Need Your Blood!</title><atom:summary>There are many organizations around Lebanon who have taken specific interest in blood drives. For a reason. Despite this, there has always been a shortage of blood for patients in need. It's simple numbers, there are so many patients in need of blood transfusions that the number of donors is just not enough. It's the same with organ donation. 

What if you could help? What's in it to you? I mean </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/p5QOE1hvXS4/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-need-your-blood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/p5QOE1hvXS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-need-your-blood.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">Patients of Note</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - ER</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Student Life</category><title>Small World and Memories Past</title><atom:summary>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's children. Now that, I do remember. You see when I was some 7 years old, I was infatuated with your granddaughter Z., P.'s daughter, A.'s sister. 
I have to look back, well</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/GTbLsyFNG_o/small-world-and-memories-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/GTbLsyFNG_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-world-and-memories-past.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blind Items / Short Rants</category><title>Of Seaside Mornings</title><atom:summary>


Beirut, Lebanon - February 2011

There's something about the sea during the morning hours. If you're a morning person - or an insomniac, of course - then I suggest a nice cup of coffee at the coast. Nothing better to clear your mind and get ready for an anticipated stressful day at work!
Location:Corniche
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/X4L8lpJ9nNo/of-seaside-mornings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_6v29xO6bBJo/TWdIQ6GpRxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DboZRrRbcuM/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/X4L8lpJ9nNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-seaside-mornings.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team C</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#">Beeper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nurses</category><title>A Physician's Closest Enemy...</title><atom:summary>... is actually the patient's lifeline. That brilliant little invention called a Beeper or Pager that's designed and built to keep you alert and reachable,  and without which the phrase "on call" would have no practical meaning whatsoever.
That's all very nice. I mean it's really hard to conceive of a hospital functioning without pagers. Every single attempt at communication would invariably take</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/t7lwSlbbM7s/physicians-closest-enemy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/t7lwSlbbM7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/physicians-closest-enemy.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Goodbyes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family and Friends</category><title>Of Friendship and Lack Thereof</title><atom:summary>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're left counting how many of them you have left? Two or three? Or is it one? Shit I don't know anymore!
I'll tell you what happens. You're left with two or three mindsets that cooperate or take </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/QKqpOGkI_Ig/of-friendship-and-lack-thereof.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/QKqpOGkI_Ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-friendship-and-lack-thereof.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Internal Medicine - Team C</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Surgery: General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Student Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rites of Passage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><title>Another Catch-Up Post</title><atom:summary>Well it has been a while since my last post. I've been busy lately, and last night I happened to check out my blog and realized that I'd 'left' on a very sad note. Sorry about that!
So what have we missed? One relationship anniversary, one uneventful new year's eve, another goodbye to another good friend leaving the country, another monumental governmental failure (but we're used to those), </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/MtZxf8hsSHE/another-catch-up-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/MtZxf8hsSHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-catch-up-post.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Patients of Note</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oncology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</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><title>The Bitter End</title><atom:summary>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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/HZN8xeAYB30/bitter-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/HZN8xeAYB30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitter-end.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5346104883223875191</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-16T03:54:10.306+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cancer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Medical Experience</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Patients of Note</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oncology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</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#">Late Night</category><title>It all starts with a nodule...</title><atom:summary>We are taught by life to greet people with courtesy; always smile and say something nice, always ask how people are doing. You enter a sick patient's room on the morning rounds and say something like: "Hello sir, how are we doing today?", and hope for some optimism and a smile in return. Try doing that on the oncology wards. On a few of my first patient visits on the oncology floor, I was caught </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/3RBAtCgvnjw/it-all-starts-with-nodule.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/3RBAtCgvnjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-all-starts-with-nodule.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5290854673786680620</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-04T19:33:38.050+02:00</atom:updated><title>Hey what's up??</title><atom:summary>What's going on? I don't understand... Why is it that one day everything in your life is going wonderfully, just to turn completely around the next day without you having the slightest clue that anything has happened?

Why is it that those things you are completely oblivious to one day seem like insurmountable obstacles the next morning?

What happens to people overnight?

What in the world gets </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/eZahHpk6D4o/whats-going-on-i-dont-understand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/eZahHpk6D4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-going-on-i-dont-understand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-5162543810723139470</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-22T22:42:54.543+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Med IV</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Checkpoints</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Age</category><title>What Happens to Time?</title><atom:summary>When Monday morning kicking off another day's work seamlessly morphs into a Monday morning kicking off another week. And while you're trying to think about it, why not? another month flies out the window and next thing you know you're left sitting on a metaphorical curb, head cradled in your hands, wondering what you've accomplished, if anything, during that hectic October you've just leaked ever</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/goJ3UBE5qlM/what-happens-to-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/goJ3UBE5qlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-happens-to-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-8270281219853942802</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2010 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-03T21:53:52.282+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For the Ladies...</category><title>Days in Memory...</title><atom:summary>August 13, or the last of it wasIn a fortnight, let there be life!
And I can't help it, but I askWhat if this had been let unroll
It is but today, that I realizeWhat you and I have brought to bear
What you have given meNo other has
And for that indeedI love you more
For L.
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/GbL5njDqYXo/few-days-to-commit-to-memory-in-memory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/GbL5njDqYXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-days-to-commit-to-memory-in-memory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-3354973649186563999</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-16T10:58:45.578+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><title>Glass Inferno...</title><atom:summary>

Faqra, Lebanon - July 2010
There's something mesmerizing about glassware photography. I find wine glasses to be a beautiful object to photograph, especially in a dark environment.

This unedited picture was taken on a beautiful windy night in Faqra, Lebanon; a half-empty, half-full glass of wine, backlit by a raging barbecue fire. With the aperture wide-open, a slow shutter speed of some 2 odd </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/SZ0EYAA3iXs/glass-inferno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll80/ramnakhle/Blog%20Photos/th_WineGlass.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/SZ0EYAA3iXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/08/glass-inferno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-6994680941245206127</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-14T12:54:12.005+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Restaurants and Pubs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Beiteddine Festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chaotic Lebanon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Society/Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Road Rage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Prices</category><title>Is it just me, or...</title><atom:summary>Well it is obvious that everything in this country is getting more and more expensive by the day. Restaurants, Pubs, Night Clubs, Beach Resorts, nothing is spared from exorbitant prices rising at exorbitant rates. But what's been pissing me off lately is that as this happens there seems to be a concomitant slow but steady decline in the quality of all services provided! Here are a few things off </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/-6qkA3lbEjs/is-it-just-me-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/-6qkA3lbEjs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-just-me-or.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-7296283935866733190</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T22:10:24.745+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ogero</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ADSL</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Telecom</category><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#">Internet</category><title>Blind Item...</title><atom:summary>I've been waiting for 25 minutes for a 4 and a half minute YouTube video to load. It's half way there. Fingers crossed... I might take a break or a shower in the meantime... 512Kbps my @## :)</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/awxXLXq8Plg/blind-item.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/awxXLXq8Plg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/07/blind-item.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436929158400133839.post-8896327047446612515</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-07T07:17:14.817+03:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Islam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Culture Clash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Society/Politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stoning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capital Punishment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adultery</category><title>The Latest in Iranian Barbarity</title><atom:summary>"At that time it should have been finished. They should have punished her only once. Her documents say she is innocent. She paid for the crime five years ago." - CNN ArticleThis is one of the desperate cries of Iranian citizen Sajjad Mohammedie Ashtiani as he struggles to save his mother, Sakineh Mohammedie Ashtiani, from a stoning sentence imposed by he courts of Iran for alleged adultery.The </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~3/Jio90sgq2rQ/latest-in-iranian-barbarity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Le colleague)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfBarStoolsAndMedSchool/~4/Jio90sgq2rQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://barstoolandmedschool.blogspot.com/2010/07/latest-in-iranian-barbarity.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

