Doctor Psychobabble

Please check out my latest post on “The Ink Blot” at Medscape/WebMD to read about my lessons learned from Hurricane Irene.

Click Here to View the Original Post on Medscape

“Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.”

- Ambrose Bierce

I plan on writing a formal post for Medscape about my experiences at the hospital during Hurricane Irene, so I won’t go into them here. I was, however, interviewed by a Medscape reporter about my experiences. You can check out the article here.

After work, I went for a doggy walk into the park, and was able to shoot a couple of photos of the hurricane aftermath.

As I was photographing a fallen tree, I heard someone should “hey, doc!” A man appeared from behind the tree, and said, “doc, I have a photo for you!” He then proceeded to climb a very tall tree stump and pose for me in the sunlight. I’m still not entirely sure how he knew I was a doctor. But the experience reminded me why I love Brooklyn, and love my neighborhood.

Please enjoy the photos with this post! The first one was taken on my walk to the hospital today. The rest were taken during my post-work walk with my dogs in the park.

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There’s nothing more invigorating than a trip to the most ghetto post office in Brooklyn.

“You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.”

- Lyrics from “Like a Hurricane” by Neil Young

I just got home from working 2 days at the hospital in the psychiatric emergency room during Hurricane Irene. I’m fairly certain that I could write a book on the topic of my experiences. I have a lot of stories to share, but will save them for tomorrow. Right now, I am dreadfully tired and hungry. I’m happy to be home safe. The sky is gorgeous right now, there is a cool wind blowing, and I shall now veg the heck out in bed. Photos and stories to follow!

Photo: Taken right outside my apartment by my friend Chris.

Hours worked at the hospital: 33. Meals eaten out of paper bags: 3. Showers taken: 1. Walking home post-call and post-hurricane: priceless.

Bagged dinner http://t.co/pQiA66j

Still at the hospital. Got a few hours of sleep. Free juice and muffins for breakfast. Woot.

Epic http://t.co/4Us093Q

Finally got a chance to eat. Bagged lunch, yay!