Sunday, June 24, 2007
Fifth Growths
Give me a bottle of Chateau Batailley any day, I'll be quite content. If we're to drink a bottle of Lafite-Rosthschild, there better be good company.
I was delighted when I heard a few of my good friends don't have to go through the FRACP clinical lottery next year. Yet I know I'm in good company when I failed to get a winning ticket - for a few of my most respected colleague are left in the limbo as well.
I maintain the written exam is a much more advanced, and better run lottery, at least the marking is computerised.
So, cheers to those who, by default, don't have to study ever again (it might be a rather slippery slop from here on). To those who have to keep up their clinical skills for another year, we can have a bottle of Te Mata Coleraine.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Dani and Me
A friend asked me why she can't find me or my girlfriend's photo on my blog, I have no good answer at all, so here we go. After all, this blog is my blog, not an altered ego of me.
This is the best thing that has happen in the last 6 months, well, let's stretch the time period to a bit further, as far as you want.
Since we're on the topic of "best", for the month so far:
Best neighbourhood restaurant: Fish on Manukau Road
Best Japanese restaurant: Soto in Ponsonby
Best film: The Lives of Others
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Aesthetics
Despite all the social, political, educational, historical arguements for and against the traditional and simplified form of Chinese characters, for me, it's a matter of taste.
Do you have any strong feelings about this? Give your 5 cents worth here
Health psychology
A quick glance over this week's latest offerings from various journals:
JAMA:
Does this patient have dementia?
Annals:
Different ways to describe the benefits of risk-reducing treatments
Straight talk about disease prevention
When my father died
The way and extend to which your patient can be influenced by how the doctor "frame" an issue is not exactly ground breaking research. What intrigue me the most is how Dr Van Spall blames herself for not doing enough for her father. Her conviction that, if his surgery was expedited, the outcome would necessarily be better is simpliy beyond me.
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