To Detect the Undetected

I think the most satisfying thing in doing medicine is to get to the diagnosis, and especially some rare ones, get a taste and u'll be addicted to it. An example is one of the cases I saw last week, a 68 yo man was electively admitted for revision of his left TKR (total knee replacement). He had TKR done to his both knees 3 yrs ago and now presented with failed implant bilaterally. His known

a blog link

I suppose I could have done it all here. But I decided to start yet another blog. One day they will all be linked and somehow integrated, but for now, check out http://5oh5oh.blogspot.com/, my intermittent missive on turning 50.
I've been very open, even noisy, about the fact. It reminds me of when I was in high school and made a lot of noise about getting my period. It was one of those things nobody talked about. All hush, hush. And I thought it was stupid. So I made a point of letting guys know when I was "on the rag" as we used to call it. I would somehow make it a part of passing conversation.
For me, it was about admitting that we bled. And that we were different from guys for exactly that reason. And, perhaps most importantly, it wasn't something to be ashamed or afraid of.
I can't say I've been quite as emancipated about menopause and hot flashes. That was something that took me by surprise and I wasn't pleased about. It's not that I wanted to hide it, just that I didn't know how to talk about. Even with female friends.
But suddenly, even 20 year olds are making odd comments about having hot flashes when they get overheated, and it seems to be more a part of the venacular. So I find myself owning up to it a little more easily. And not so embarrassedly.
It's nice not to have to prove anything.

you tell me

When I first returned from my residency at Omega this year, I suspected the universe was trying to tell me something when my water bottled flooded the bag I was carrying and fried my cell phone. Never mind that the journey itself, typically a 2 hour jaunt, took a total of 6. I got to the train station, realized I'd left my bag with wallet on the porch, and, by the time I drove home, drove back, waited the extra hour for a train... well, it was a long day.
It turned out that the cell phone dried out and sprang back to life. But my computer doesn't seem to be faring so well after a summer rain storm. Larry and I ran out to see La Vie en Rose, and I left my laptop plugged in, cover open, on my desk in the living room. The last time that ceiling spouted was more than 5 years ago, and I have to admit, the thought flashed through my mind somewhere on the drive to Rhinebeck, but it was so fleeting I barely noticed.
I was feeling so mindful that I'd put the laptop on my desk, since I'd been using it on pillows and other floor spots all day. In fact I remember sitting on the pillow it had been propped on and noticing how hot it was.
Turns out I should have left it where it didn't belong. Larry is pretty sure he can retrieve all the data. At the end of the day it will probably turn out to be a minor inconvenience. A few days without portable connectivity. All, I suspect, designed to keep me off the computer and out in the Art Tent I set up in the yard and haven't spent enough time in yet.