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  • 'Bass Ackwards and Belly Up' and 'Footfree and Fancyloose' tell the story of four best friends who commit the ultimate suburban sin: putting off college to pursue their dreams.

    Publisher's Weekly said: "Full of romance and adventure, laughter and tears, the story is a reminder that veering from the straight and narrow road doesn't always lead to a dead end."

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    09/19/2009

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    I know what you mean about getting comfort from all these people. It's like you have a whole big smart team on your side.

    In my case, in addition to all your experts, for psychological health, I would add one more to the club to make it complete- a house cleaner.

    Being called a GP is a pet peeve of mine.

    GP is an old term used before the specialties family medicine and internal medicine were officially established and is demeaning to primary care docs.

    GP's typically did a one year rotating internship and then headed out to "hang out their shingle." Residency trained physicians complete 3 years or more of training and then pass comprehensive boards in their specialty just like gynecologists, general surgeons, and pediatricians.

    I'm sure your primary care physician would prefer to be recognized for her specialty training just like you recognize your gynecologist and your acupuncturist (check out Trick or Treatment http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=195 for some insight into acupuncture vs. placebo) and nutritionist for their respective training.

    Gee, Steve, how do you really feel? And this, in response to a post about how much I LIKE my doctors!

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    What is Starfish Envy??


    • L.A. 2009. I’m stuck in traffic on the 101 freeway, listening to Isabella Rosselini on NPR. Isabella, for some reason, mentions that starfish are one of those rare species that can reproduce asexually, and I realize that if I could do that, I wouldn't have to worry about finding a boyfriend/husband. I wouldn’t have to internet date! I wouldn't have to figure out if I want to/can/should have a baby/adopt a baby/child on my own. I wouldn't have to stress about things like FSH levels, or weigh my feelings on in vitro versus adoption. I would just have a baby. Thus began my starfish envy.
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