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May 29, 2007

Memorial Day Beer Chicken

Can I just say that I hate traffic cops? I just did.  Do they have nothing better to do than to measure the distance from the hydrant to your car??  I mean seriously.  Any excuse to charge my ass $115, because my civic was barely a foot under the "legal" distance.  Good thing for me they are morons and copied my license plate down wrong, so I am off the hook.  So piss off buddy!

Memorial day bbq was at the rents' house in jersey.  Can't  argue with going home when you get kickass food.  This weekend's headliners were tender seekh kebabs, and the famous beer chicken (also known as sharabi chicken, as per me). Never had the beer chicken?  It's so easy and oh so good.  So I shall divulge the secret if you do not already know.   You get yourself a chicken, and marinate it with a dry rub of your liking (you can use anything you like, even just salt and pepper, but to put a spin on it, we use garam masala).  Then you get yourself a can of beer, and drink about 1/3 of the beer, leave the rest in the can.  Get your grill hot, and get some sort of a disposable baking tray.  Stick the beer can into the chicken's cavity--literally shove the beer can up it's ass, so it stands upright. Then place the upright chicken on the tray, and onto the grill.  Close cover, and cook away.  It takes maybe 45 min to an hour depending on the size of the chicken. Use a thermometer to gauge when it is done.  It'll be the tenderest, juiciest chicken, with a super crispy skin.  You can't go wrong!!  I have also tried this in a standard oven, and yes it does work (not as well, but it still works).... So happy bbq'ing people!


May 17, 2007

Summer Approaches!

Cpark

From my (shitty) Krazr phone.  A lovely summer day in Central Park, near 79th street on the east side. Finally the weather has turned around!  Though we really had no spring this year.  Instead, we went straight from a cold-ass winter, to the heat and humidity of summer in the city.

May 14, 2007

Geriatrics

Geriatrics.  It is actually its own medicine subspecialty.  Treating old people all day, every day.  We are now required to do it as residents, so I just completed my 2 week rotation of Geri.  Most of these old foagies come from nursing homes, and half of them comein for either an infection, or severe constipation.  That's right.  Crazy constipation, to the point of fecal impaction.  That is pretty much the world of geriatrics.  If you can treat constipation, and you can identify an infection, congratulations, you are a Geriatrician. (No offense to any Geri peeps out there).

Ulcers and constipation. The bread and butter. Sounds like fun eh?  Some of these old folks get so constipated, they get severely fecal impacted (stool impacted and stuck in the "vault", sometimes all the way back up the colon).  Usually this can be solved by a few enemas, and some fancy laxatives.  On occasion, it is so severe, you need more direct intervention.  How so you ask?  Well glove up, gown up, because you are going in!  Yeah it's gross, but sometimes it has to be done manually.  Which means gettin your fingers up in there, and dislodging that shit!  (pun intended)  But that is what medical students are for.  God bless 'em... Sometimes it is so severe, and the pressure is so great, after a few seconds of stimulation in there, there is literally an explosion of relief.  It'll pour out like there is no tomorrow, and fast.  I've seen it happen, the patient is the happiest person alive, as the other patients dart out of the room in disgust.  Anyway, I didn't have to do that this month, but thought I'd revisit some lovely imagery that we all know and love.... Umm, ok moving on....

So one thing we did do during Geriatrics was "skin rounds".  Which is basically goin to see bedridden patients for a few hours to assess and discuss their pressure ulers, the staging, and the treatment.  It is a pretty big deal in these chronically ill patients, so it was good to learn more about them.  So it was 3 of us residents and a few med students, with the attending.  We saw two patients on this day.  The first was a young guy who had a spinal injury, so was bedridden.  He was talkative, he could move him self around quite well.  We took a look at his sacral decubitus ulcers and did what we had to do.  The attending noted that this is not a typical geriatric patient with ulcers, as they are usually very old, demented, and not very talkative.... Ok, so noted.  Off to see the second patient now.  She was about 86, with severe dementia and was bedridden. As we walked into the room we called her name, but she lay there with no response, mouth half open, not moving.  The attending said that this is more like what bedridden patients with ulcers are like.  So we get around the bed, she continues talking and everyone starts to glove up in preparation to turn her.  I continue staring at the patient, and something just didn't seem right.  Sure she is old and demented, but did I see her breathe yet?  I slip my fingers on to her wrist to feel for a pulse.  The attending asks me "What's wrong? Do you think....." When she looks again, she then realizes that I may be right.  Everyone pauses, and I shake my head.  "No pulse, and I haven't seen her breathe yet... Anyone?"  Patient was dead dead.  We quickly confirm with the nurse her DNR status, and that was that.  She was probably gone for at least a few hours.  The med students were in a little shock, and the attending a little embarassed.  But that is what old sick people do.  They die.  She probably went comfortably, quietly, as her heart stopped beatIng.  The best way to go if you ask me.

So that is really the world of geriatrics.  Today I start Neurology for the next 2 weeks.  Strokes, Seizures, and maybe a random funky neurological disease or two.....

May 09, 2007

The big 2-9

So last week I hit 29.  I don't feel that old to be honest, but its frightening that this is the last year of my 20's... I like my 20's. I don't think I like being almost 30. Is that when you stop getting older and start aging?  I hope not.  The other day, I went to have some drinks with my coworkers, somebody got me a scotch, and one of my interns looked at me, and called me Uncle. Son-of-a-bitch!  But it's all how you feel and act in the end right?? (So I got nothing to worry about out!) ....

So last Friday was the birthday night outing.  We first had dinner at this plae in the lower east side, Sticky Rice Thai Barbecue.  I found the review in TimeOut magazine, and it looked tasty, affordable, and the best part, BYOB.  Let me tell you, that is a saviour when you are rolling out with a huge group of thirsty people in NYC.  Lord knows how much it saved, but we rolled in there so many bottles of wine and beer, we couldn't even finish it!  The food was fantastic.  Tasty barbecued meats, and classic thai dishes. I highly recommend it.

Afterwards, we hit up Gstaad.  A pretty cool spacious lounge in chelsea, laid back and no hassle which is why I picked it.  I decided against throwing a huge bash like the last few years, so there was no Evite or heavy promotion, just a mass text message 2 days before, and my friend sent out a message over friendster.  So I was expecting maybe 30 or 40 people max.... So I thought....  At one point I looked up amidst the drinking and schmoozing, and the place was packed!  There were tons of people, maybe over 100.  It was crazy considering the minimal promotion, but you know how word travels in NYC.  It was great though, because it was all people I knew for the most part, and lots of girls of course!  Everyone had a blast, and I gotta say it was one of the more fun parties since the year started (yeah  I guess I am biased).  I even ran into one of the cardiologists from my hospital there!! He was just randomly there, not even for my party.  Of course when he realized the high profile crowd from the hospital, he made a quick exit.  Probably for the best.  For those of you who are on Facebook, you can check out my pictures there....

The following day (despite 16 drinks. No shit) I was conscious and enjoyed the 75 deg weather in a shotgun central park picnic.  This is going to be the theme of my summer I've decided.  Who doesn't love central park?  The eye of the storm.  The calm, lush scenery amidst the concrete jungle.  It really is like a surreal experience goin from the city streets to the grass in the park, and if your a New Yorker and you haven't hit the park yet this year, get your ass out there!

One month to go before I find out where I will be for Cardiology starting in July of '08.  My "rank list" is due in a few weeks... The stress level is rising people!

May 01, 2007

LRBT Weekend

This past Saturday was the annual LRBT Gala.  LRBT is this Pakistani non-profit organization that raises money to fight blindness for kids and adults in Pakistan who lack access to health care.  Many such cases are easily preventable and treatable, so it's a good cause.  Some of my family and myself are on the "board", so I have to throw out some promotion.  Don't feel bad if you missed the festivities, you can always donate here.  Anyway, it truly was a Gala.  Silent art auction (some great pieces, all Pakistani artists), jewelry and other items were auctioned off, open bar, table seating, amazing buffet dinner catered by my man Sanjeev of Diwan Grill, and full DJ dancing.  They had these real cool apple media station, where you could take a quick digital photo, and it would circulate on the screens around the room.  By the end of the night (and many drinks into it), people were herding towards that thing taking all sorts of group shots.  It definitely added some fun to the night.  There are way too many, but click here if you are really that bored that you want to see pictures of the well-off Pakis in the tri-state area.

Sunday was a sick day. (Sick as in good)  A few of us learned that Sunday afternoon, 3pm till 12am, Sasha was goin to be making an appearance to DJ at this club in the West Village called Love.  Now it's a big deal for many reasons, firstly it was way last minute, which kept the promotion to a minimum, therefore the hordes of crowds away, and the audience left to true house music lovers.  There was also only a $10 cover (and we didn't even pay!).  Amazing considering most of Sasha's events these days are at superclubs with $35 cover.  The sounds system and Love is insane, and the DJ booth may be the nicest one in all of New York--no joke.  High tech, designed and tuned to pump out all beeps and bleeps from deep, full bodied bass to piercing high pitched treble, and customize them as you please.  It will not let any track down.  It was certainly one of those once in a blue moon parties in NYC, and reminds me the beauty of house music that I've tended to forget during the years I have been out of the djing loop.

Tomorrow I turn 29.  This is seriously disturbing. At least I'm avoiding the madness of a party that has been the trend for the past two years, which always turns out bad for me somehow... Hopefully this year I can avoid such debauchery and drunkedness.....  Who am I kidding?