Sunday, August 30, 2015

Any mycology nerds out there? These are all in Maine, USA.

Belay on!

Cortinarius iodes?

Cinder Conk!  Chaga saga...

Pancake mushroom - what is it?

Another view of pancake - note gills and yellow stem

Stripes on Tumbledown...

Peace out, curly silver mare...

Bella hair tucked in cairn near Tumbledown summit. I miss you, sweet Bella...

Hygrocybe punicea?

Orange Mycena

Anyone know?

Thursday, August 13, 2015


Just got asked to work the program for terminal cancer patients.  I'd be the only one in the infirmary. No partner.  Am I up for this?

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


Understanding the lumbrical muscles has long caused me confusion. Always stoked to stumble upon something that can illuminate their actions. For instance, Judy Colditz contributes this:

"An infrequently mentioned explanation as to why it is safe to fully extend the fingers with the wrist at zero degrees extension is the protective action of the lumbrical muscle.

"It is well known that the lumbrical muscle contracts during active finger extension pulling the flexor digitorum profundus (FDP) tendon distally because of its origin on the moving FDP. When the lumbrical muscle meets the resistance of the resting tone of the FDP muscle, the distal pull on the FDP stops and the lumbrical muscle contracts to contribute to IP joint extension. The lumbrical muscle therefore contributes to IP joint extension by decreasing the FDP tension; it is the only muscle able to diminish the tension of its own antagonist!! (3-6)" - from another great piece by Judy Colditz

Monday, August 10, 2015

What I found inside her earlobe...

What is surgery? After seeing a patient the other day, I decided to look it up.

Sure, there have been some stupendous splinters lately, and time spent under someone else's skin is always quite exhilarating. But so far nothing comes close to encountering the earring-backing that had been swallowed by the wearer's earlobe.

The person hadn't taken her earrings out in a couple months and the skin had started to close up, engulfing the whole back of the earring inside of it. It was swollen and quite bizarre-looking, but fortunately it did not appear infected. The person had been unable to remove it herself and was anxious to get it out ASAP.

I sent her to get some ice to a) numb the area and b) buy myself some time. I couldn't reach my colleagues so it was off to the world's most trusted medical expert: google. Just as with my frosting-tip-stuck-on-finger incident last spring, this, according to someone on the interwebs, has happened before to some people somewhere. And they all lived, as far as I could tell. Some needed surgery (O_o) but other than that, no big deal.

Armed with the highest quality* of lightly-googled "medical" "knowledge", and determined to turn this person's day around, I set forth with forceps and wonder. The end of the backing was just peeking out. I gripped it and instructed her to let me know if it became to painful.

Moving slowly, I was able to gently ease the backing up and out of the hole. It seemed to grow in size as it emerged from its burial. At last, with an inaudible pop and a great deal of rejoicing, it was free.

As if I'd just unearthed a precious gem, we stared at it with a degree of surprise and wonder.


Good running, good sleeping, good weekending with 8+ miles each day, half of which were are beautiful Brad. It's the best time of year. I say that at a lot of times of year...


Of note, on one of the recent splinter-kids -- I looked down at the big, dark splinter and tried to carefully dislodge it. It wouldn't budge. When I looked back up, she was crying. My fault. I made her cry. Me. Right here. Add it to the list of unforgettable moments, bad and good. I am so, so grateful for all that each and every one of these people is teaching me, just by existing.