<?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-4501706524409946235</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2024 13:41:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>state of mind</category><category>If hospital walls could talk...</category><category>Diagnosis XX</category><category>Pontifications</category><category>Hitting the fan</category><category>reminiscence</category><category>Cultured like a pearl</category><category>Around the world in 80 years</category><category>People who dare to love me</category><category>Hobbies and pets</category><category>Mistakes were made</category><category>Mommyhood</category><category>Food</category><category>Suburbs</category><category>Weather</category><category>Sex</category><category>the T</category><category>Boston</category><category>Oy</category><title>Pontificum Scriblerus</title><description>Dabbling in Doctoring &amp;amp; Fiddling in Fables</description><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-4594944210881322283</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2014 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-31T21:05:44.938-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">If hospital walls could talk...</category><title>And a cherry on top</title><atom:summary type="text">After not having written for over 2 years, I was suddenly overcome by an urge to write something about my day.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s how awesome my day was.

To start, I had to deliver news of two different cancers today.&amp;nbsp; It is not a rarity that I deliver bad news in my field, but twice in one day is a bit of a bad streak; although, from what I am told, these things come in threes, so I&#39;m like a </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2014/07/and-cherry-on-top.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-303290716955572317</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-23T21:48:02.189-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mistakes were made</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mommyhood</category><title>A perfect storm</title><atom:summary type="text">Every time we go away these days, there is an unavoidable musical chairs game of keys.&amp;nbsp; Somebody gets the mailbox key, someone else gets my house keys so they can come and feed Blueberry, hubby&#39;s house keys get left at my parents&#39; so they can use the car, etc etc etc.&amp;nbsp; So, it&#39;s no small wonder that one of these days something would go awry, as things tend to do around me.

We just came </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2012/05/perfect-storm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5558900116687165467</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T21:09:11.535-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cultured like a pearl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">state of mind</category><title>An impressionable youth</title><atom:summary type="text">We all know this about me: I am easily influenced, highly impressionable and moderately obsessive.&amp;nbsp; But even I am surprised.

You see, I read a book.

To put this in context, this is probably the first non-science book I read in several months.&amp;nbsp; I was on vacation, and a friend lent me her Kindle.&amp;nbsp; Upon her recommendation, I delved into The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain.&amp;nbsp; It is </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2012/02/impressionable-youth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5524129900669279657</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-02T21:29:08.706-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mommy wars</title><atom:summary type="text">I have not written in a while, mostly because I&#39;ve been uninspired.  To write something good, you have to be in the midst of some sort of angst, I&#39;m convinced of that.  Otherwise, everything sounds canned.  What did I have to anguish about?  I like my job, I love my kid, I hate the neighborhood - but how much can I really whine about that? All equals lack of posts.  But something happened last </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2012/02/mommy-wars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5306783242300348296</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T12:04:15.671-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">state of mind</category><title>Waterboards</title><atom:summary type="text">Ignore the above &quot;pun&quot; as the ramblings of a very tired test-taker who has had it with the very word &quot;boards.&quot;  What I was trying to convey by using such a terrible play on words is that taking the GI boards was torture.  However, it is over - for now.  I walked out of that indescript building on Devonshire Street thinking, okay, THIS is when they all will surely find out that I have been faking </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/11/waterboards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-786651889897413866</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-26T09:45:11.583-04:00</atom:updated><title>Me, in fellowship</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-in-fellowship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMxhWbMrDMvQLMyJdaiqbebuRHLnMKkf8UUma3iT2GdFg8o0stcuRSuHRUU2bt8HtNQry3P-1WELcdmafx9UYyDPWo8YuB-_HMDKEPaox1tGdDB4IxuAy74p_YkqtgB_dCUkM9ncJMTsd/s72-c/cat-carrier.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-6959089020787688720</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-03T23:37:37.666-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suburbs</category><title>Prarie</title><atom:summary type="text">My family and I packed up our belongings and moved for the 9th time in the last decade.So, after a brief happy period living where I always thought I&#39;d live, I&#39;ve moved progressively further away with each uprooting. We had an F town, then half hour west past the boroughs, and now, I&#39;m in absolute no man&#39;s land! 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We&#39;ve met before - at least twice this year - but I was under the impression that the mother of all colds takes a vacation during the summer months.  I guess I was incorrect.What happened was, we went to a party this weekend.  Well - no, first, there was an insane heat wave, and air conditioners took over the world.  Then, there was a </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-sort-of-punishment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpJOL-bQTHjldtIpeqcAHLURaGxWhWnhjNJFkMsKbS18ch6_urms4WCFMQ1Bh7FG2r-1MdmQuRBFdG-Rz6x8TVKjPzY4E7d35qy30iAuZWa1_lsd9yB-luv__ychKnum1XydfQkJL7szi/s72-c/k6369224.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-685637295328336850</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-04T22:03:46.816-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>This and that</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s July 15th - originally, before baby, I would have been 15 days old as a full-fledged gastroenterologist, my fellowship having ended. I keep thinking about the same time 4 years ago, when residency was ending, and comparing it to now. Back then, it felt like the world was ending, and now, I&#39;m sort of just... floating along. Relieved, almost.I was also talking to someone this week, and I </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-and-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-1952825954036247377</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T23:06:16.753-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mistakes were made</category><title>Contraindicated</title><atom:summary type="text">My husband is one of those people who naturally assumes control of everything in the situation around him.  He gets it from his mother.  It&#39;s a nurturing quality that stems from his desire to take care of everything, especially his loved ones, but that is inevitably embellished with his natural tendency towards compulsiveness.  The compulsive side of this instinct of his sometimes drives me nuts.</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/07/contraindicated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-2459127878337334798</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-15T22:56:36.939-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cultured like a pearl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>Haiku for you</title><atom:summary type="text">Leaves fall, lights dim, micedie.  Why try when I know No-vember brings failure?A swatch of sky andrain.  How you throw dirt overa sinking feeling!The sun, a magicnumber, arbitrarilylooms in the distance...The clock is ticking,wasting time, what harvest willI reap?  How foolish!It&#39;s dark, where am I,how did I come to be here?Don&#39;t know.  Will I stay?</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/06/haiku-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5331992459365825268</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T14:19:59.091-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Diagnosis XX</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>Our own worst enemy</title><atom:summary type="text">Everyone should read this article in detail.http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/12/opinion/12sibert.htmlOpinionDon’t Quit This Day JobBy KAREN S. 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Cheerios crunching on the floor with each step.Gates and clips that are not only baby-proof but also Sasha-proof.Freshly folded laundry dumped</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/06/itchy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5338343763914989945</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2011 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T11:29:19.237-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>Ends of eras</title><atom:summary type="text">I blinked, and suddenly, the entire month of May disappeared, and I have not written a word for this blog.  It seems my creative energies are directed elsewhere.  To the same place most of my energies are directed these days - the baby.So, May is gone, and with it, several things have turned.For example, I just did my very last weekend call as a fellow.  That&#39;s it.  No mas.  All the blood, and </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/06/ends-of-eras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-5935253064229099922</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-28T21:47:17.557-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hitting the fan</category><title>Graduation goggles not</title><atom:summary type="text">How I Met Your Mother is actually a great show.  It&#39;s funny because technically, the guys on that show are older than Friends were when they started, and yet, when I watch Friends, I still see them as sophisticated grownups living in New York, and when I watch How I Met Your Mother, I totally relate and see them as peers...  Frames of reference change, I suppose.The thing common to both (other </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/04/graduation-goggles-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-3930763658489754320</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-21T21:53:36.956-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mommyhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reminiscence</category><title>Inspiration from the mundane</title><atom:summary type="text">Can&#39;t think of a goshdarn thing to write about...Except this, which I&#39;ve been thinking about literally every single night because it&#39;s so funny.So, Munchkin, like, HATES getting dressed and undressed.  I mean, you would think I was torturing him, the way he wails when I am putting on his little onesies, or whatnot, each morning.  The same thing happens every night when I put on his footie pajamas</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/04/lacking-inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-8823762148851031016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T23:23:15.569-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suburbs</category><title>The feast is moving again</title><atom:summary type="text">So, ok, yes, I got a fancy shmancy job.  Although I am quite looking forward to having an office with a door and a desk, I am also starting to despair.  And not just because I have about 5 months of training left and I feel no readier to practice than a year ago. (just today, my cecal intubation rate was about 50%, and I had to ask my buddy for advice on managing a routine situation with a </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/03/feast-is-moving-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZLOK1TJeF48tGuXFWseNSdSQutJIN8TufQq4vOpOfkCYksc1FOg6vBjyWLeAsh431FCnUfj23PmWkUST00EeCQvhGRiQi0sCo5RwT3vfZvHLqYWRonBrQSzViBE7FgDlIn12omtAbaOl/s72-c/bostonian.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-2404648092350875551</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T22:45:17.448-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>French bred</title><atom:summary type="text">Europe vs. USA.  It&#39;s not a real battle, not even really an argument.  It&#39;s more like a comparison, or a tug of war, or like a friendly competition, in the spirit of New York vs Boston and St. Petersburg vs. Moscow.  I feel like they patronize us like an older, wiser, more experienced sibling.  In turn, we contend that we know better and do even better, like a teenage smartass, while at the same </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/03/europe-vs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-3848921436026250152</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T23:33:14.030-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>Things I can&#39;t believe</title><atom:summary type="text">We went for sushi today.  We were out for only a couple of hours, and yet, there was a myriad of things I couldn&#39;t believe that I can list.First of all, the place was in this strip mall.  And the strip mall  is apparently a hub of activity because there were people everywhere.  And apparently, you had to have a reservation for dinner at this strip mall sushi place.  Can you believe that?  Me </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-cant-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-1500078667773235927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 02:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-27T22:28:26.146-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">If hospital walls could talk...</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pontifications</category><title>It&#39;s so obvious</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been walking past these posted fliers for weeks.  Only yesterday did I stop and read one, and I just had to share.They hang on the walls and doors of the endoscopy department.Line 1: Colorectal Cancer awareness benefitThis line makes sense because we are the GI and endoscopy department, which is where one would go to either detect, diagnose or treat colorectal cancer.Line 2: at Leo&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-so-obvious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-8795232408563296815</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-17T22:28:30.446-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hot dog</title><atom:summary type="text">I wish it still took so little to get so happy.</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-4302609606287709208</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T23:08:56.506-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">state of mind</category><title>Bread and whine</title><atom:summary type="text">When I wrote my personal statement for my residency application, I just sat down and jotted down what I was thinking.  It went along with what the statement was about.  I wrote about how important decisions shouldn&#39;t be agonizing, but rather, a natural next step in the smooth flow of life.  Or something along those lines.  I mentioned the decision to go to medical school, my then recent marriage,</atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-i-wrote-my-personal-statement-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501706524409946235.post-1763379773085158011</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-24T15:31:43.986-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cultured like a pearl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">People who dare to love me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reminiscence</category><title>Spring of 2006 II</title><atom:summary type="text">So, we did go to Paris.  And it was not good.  I was irritable and couldn&#39;t sleep much, and was somehow scared and made uncomfortable by all the people and grandeur of Paris, to the point where its charm was lost on me completely.  I felt at the same time fat, unfashionable, tired, cold and sweaty.  I even remember saying, &quot;Why is this the most romantic city in the world again?&quot;Hubby&#39;s parents </atom:summary><link>http://pontificumscriblerus.blogspot.com/2010/12/spring-of-2006-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SR)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>