Roses are red.
Your favorite color is not blue.
You said no presents.
No shoes by Jimmy Choo.
Instead I wrote a poem for you.

We dated for 2 weeks in high school.
Not all of it bliss.
You cheered and did musicals.
I was your first kiss.

I am proud of your career.
Selling drugs, devices and even wine.
Ten years married my dear.
Still your behind is devine.

You wanted to be a mother.
And now we have two.
You used to love to nap.
Now no sleep for you.

Our marriage is not perfect.
Living a lift together brings fear.
Life is about growing with your partner.
Even if he brings you to tears.

I love you more an more most days.
Love watching our kids play.
Even though Kyla pooped her pants today.

You are thoughtful and kind.
But remember I am a man.
And cannot read your mind.

I cannot wait to see you when you are old.
Amazed I married a Canadian girl
Who loves the cold.

I promise this poem is almost done.
I love our life together.
Let’s make out later and have some fun.

The Doc is In

Third week in January and your resolution has been dropped like a bag of Doritos during a middle school scuffle…not that I would ever let a single Dorito hit the floor but that is a different story. New Years resolutions have been around for thousands of years starting in Babylon…not the David Gray song. The word resolutions comes form the English word resolute (I am not that committed to research I’m sure there is some Greek root like feta or olives.)I do know that John Wesley started Watch Night services in the 1700s normally on New Year’s Eve or Day with an opportunity to pray and reflect on the past year and make new commitments to the year ahead. I think we are built for new beginnings. It feels great to believe the past does not have to determine the future and that you can make an impact on what is to come. As a society we look forward to new days, new weeks, new months and New Years that offer some hope of a new outcome. In the Christian Faith we are told that we become “new bodies” born again when we choose to follow Jesus. In the Bible we learn about an encounter Jesus has with a religious leader Nicodemus where Jesus tells him to “enter the Kingdom if God one must be born again.” To which Nicodemus responded logically about how a person cannot re-enter the womb. Jesus sets him straight and talks to him about the Sin of God being lifted up and then we get the verse John 3:16″God loved the world so much that he gave his only-begotten Son, so that everyone exercising faith in him might not be destroyed but have everlasting lift.” I can tell you the Deacon is still working hard on his resolutions sweating it out at Orange Theory Fitness, working on daily devotionals and eating more Doritos. I’m at least 1 for 3! Tomorrow is a new day, and a great time to pick those chips up off the floor and get your resolution back on track. So don’t lose faith, remember God loves you. The Deacon is praying for you and The Doc is in!
The Deacon Speaks

I had a patient call in for a sick note today. I had my nurses ask what illness the patient had. He said he need a note for the “cold.” I asked what cold symptoms he had. None was the answer but it is just “too” cold to go to work. This was a first. Tomorrow will be a cold day but we should still all go to work. And yes I gave him the note.

As a physician I realize that I am not perfect and may make some mistakes. I try and stay consistent and focused to be mistake free. A mistake could lead to damage to someone’s health. I have insurance in case I make a mistake. This idea does scare me. But not as much as kicking a field goal at the end of a playoff football game. That is not a mistake that is allowed. But today a kick was missed. And the Eagles win. Fly Eagles Fly. Double Doink.
The Doc is In

I pride myself on thinking clinically. These are your symptoms. This is your exam. This is your likely diagnosis. Which leads to a plan. Until the sick patient was my son. I knew he was sick. I knew what was wrong. But I wanted to question myself. Should he see someone else. How much diagnostic testing is needed. Rarely do I have worries/questions running through my brain. I think this makes me human. Thanks to my buddies. Most of whom are physicians for allowing me to discuss his case with them. And the Deacon for his lovely prayers. How will this story end. He will be fine. He likely has transient tenosynovitis of the hip. Which is pretty gnarly to watch in a 7 year old. Now that he is getting better it is time for an iced cold beer.
The Doc is In