tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13568548188487873992012-02-16T22:39:35.816-05:00From \ˈem-brē-ˌō\ to M.D.CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-76268587974013650772011-11-21T08:22:00.001-05:002011-11-21T08:25:45.401-05:00

The purple of her hands taunted me with their frailty Zip. Zip. Zip. Arun's hoodie engulfed me - just as well, since I was desperately trying to ignore the shrill noises of the highway. I chanced a peek forward, Ty was driving. When did he grow a foot? His toes still barely grazed the acceleration. My little guy. Speedometer, 148mph. Gas, empty, full, running on empty. A

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-86561718574237658342011-09-16T23:34:00.000-04:002011-09-16T23:36:43.931-04:00

So much can happen in one year. One year ago, I moved to a new city Rohit, Varun and I started on the next big journeys of our lives I had to relearn how to forge new friendships Meghu started her last year of high school Neha was about to get married The world was a little bit less of a minefield. Or a little bit more. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell. One year ago, September 11th

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-46863440512213136962011-09-08T23:46:00.001-04:002011-09-08T23:47:00.902-04:00

Med school started 'forreal forreal' yesterday, with Host Defenses and Infectious Diseases. So far, it is busting our chops big time. And it's barely been two days.Exam day Tuesday didn't go quite as Ian had hoped. And tragically, this is Ian's new reality: In other news, things I've learned so far: The only way to get better is to get wayy worse first And there is a profound revelation

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-79122843782672881432011-09-05T22:36:00.000-04:002011-09-05T22:36:27.846-04:00

Today we are featuring some guest art by [drumrollllll] IAN P! Dutifully doodled on the last day of lectures before our long weekend, between the hours of 1000 and 1200. Make of that what you will. Every exam day, Ian comes with high hopes -- of gifted A's, laptops in the air, and confetti:  And tragically, every exam day, those hopes are dashed. Hope springs eternal.

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-66703216297882799172011-05-13T17:35:00.000-04:002011-05-13T17:35:12.954-04:00

A week or so ago, I was telling a friend I had identified one of my social fatal flaws: the inability to tell a white lie. I call this a fatal flaw half in jest, half with gravity. Since when is honesty bad? An overwhelming majority of our interactions with people are made up of white lies, to make ourselves, our friends and our family feel a little better, or less worse, about themselves or a

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-80215276800226323912011-04-10T01:28:00.000-04:002011-09-09T11:09:05.942-04:00

Signs my caffeine detox worked (AKA, ET on one cup of coffee today): (Disclaimer: May also be signs of excessive studying and pod-induced claustrophobia. Read as: side effects of medical school. AMCAS should issue a warning label.)  - I spontaneously start dancing in my seat like a jitterbug (Please note, this is NOT me attempting to swing dance in my seat, which would have disastrous

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-56964473348998947832011-03-15T23:16:00.000-04:002011-09-09T11:09:05.937-04:00

I know, I know, people get them all the time. But I don't get them barely ever. Being hungry for a snack is so inconvenient when you don't have any good snacks at hand. Luckily, I remembered just in time that I still had some tortilla chips in my cabinet, and salsa in the fridge. Just in time for what, you ask? Some kind of colossal disaster, I'm sure, but luckily we will never have cause to

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-86498284115816836192010-12-09T10:05:00.001-05:002011-09-09T11:09:05.947-04:00

aka How I Got My Brain Stuck in the Alphabet Soup Jar ...and valiantly strove to fish it back out before 12:30pm Monday desperately hoping something had stuck. Well, except the torture is over, so I'm not actually hysterical and can look back on this weekend with a healthy dose of amusement and sarcasm. In that vein, I invite you to enjoy a photo-essay. I spent my weekend drowning in a sickly

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-9226187597927379672010-11-19T01:31:00.000-05:002010-11-19T01:31:09.040-05:00

Yesterday, I received my stethoscope in the mail. Today marks the two-week point since our White Coat Ceremony (shout-out to Dr. Lovering!). And this got me thinking. One of my absolute favorite ICM sessions to date was the one a week before our ceremony, when we read through and discussed the various medical oaths that have come down through the centuries. Our profession is infused with a rich,

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-49264365427756899022010-10-24T23:41:00.000-04:002010-10-24T23:41:15.035-04:00

Laurel and I spent some quality time in the pods today getting inside my skull. And I mean that literally, not figuratively. If my blog were an anatomy atlas, I would draw in a bunch of arrows and walk you through the million foramina, fossae, and fissures therein. Thankfully, for the sake of both your sanity and mine, it isn't. Quirky person that I am, though, I will walk you through our time

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-88905490170869689462010-10-09T01:50:00.000-04:002010-10-09T01:50:20.290-04:00

I got back home last night around 11:45pm after an afternoon/evening of studying that started around 2:30pm and existed to highly variable degrees of productivity (often at the zeroth one - and that should totally be an ordinal!). First order of business, use my $5 Amazon mp3 credit, expiring in 15 minutes. And I now have a brand new album to check out! (Thanks for the help, DTD =)) Maybe it was

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-27431984463430442762010-10-05T22:40:00.001-04:002010-10-05T23:54:33.264-04:00

This whole blogging thing is more difficult than I gave it credit for, in terms of both frequency and content. How can I be expected to be consistently witty? I'm already using all my spare mental powers (of which there aren't many to begin with) to remember how best to permanently maim people --err, I mean, keep them ambulatory and healthy! Speaking of witty, let's start with a story, because

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-72716316347304096712010-09-25T23:17:00.000-04:002011-09-09T11:05:24.889-04:00

Until I've caught up on the first 1.5 weeks of orientation and 4.5 weeks of medical school, this will still seem too disorganized to me. Thankfully, probably no one other than me will care. So, as the saying goes: Let's take it from the top! ORIENTATION (8/12/10 - 8/20/10)The very first lecture I had in med school has easily been the most inspiring one so far: "What does it mean to be a physician

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356854818848787399.post-50606556105473660372010-09-17T23:31:00.001-04:002010-09-19T00:03:05.902-04:00

It seems fitting somehow that the first person whose story I tell is my grandfather. And in a way it’s my own story, too – his started long before me, but mine started with him. This journey I’m now embarking on, this started with him, too. Barepapa loved to spin a good tale, some true, most humorous. Growing up, I knew him as a singer, a jokester, a caretaker, but first and foremost, a friend.

CapnHobbeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269865728833646285noreply@blogger.com7