Not that I can remember. He’s pretty good about trusting other doctors to deal with family, possibly because they’re all friends of his. I know other offspring of doctors that have had problems, though, including ones that wanted a second opinion but were afraid (with good cause) that they’d be punished if they asked for one.
I was interested in being a doctor for a while, but I discovered that humans are way too messily organic. When you take a computer apart, it doesn’t bleed all over everything.
Accidentally? Accidentally? No, I haven’t done it accidentally…
… I’m missing some kind of pop culture reference here, aren’t I?
He’s a good Wisconsonian! His dad was BORN in a cheese factory! Can’t explain the Vegemite, though.
They were actually here for their spring break in March… I’m afraid that Straight Dope-related pursuits slipped all of our minds, though.
I’ll search for stuff he’s posted. Don’t know what he does. We have a sort of mutual non-embarassment pact going, though, so we try to avoid saying things we wouldn’t want the other to read.
No, I trust them because I was the chairman of the Peer Review committee for years at our old organization, and I know which of my colleagues are doing good work, and which ones I don’t want treating my family.
Well, of course he used lime juice. If he had used juice from a small yellow fruit he would have been sublemonal and, other than a vague and subtle sense of amusement, you wouldn’t have noticed his antics at all.
Oh GOD no. That would be terrible. “I’m angry, so I’m going to air our disagreement in front of several thousand mutual acquantances!!”
Ick.
Briefs. Specifically, white briefs. I think there’s a maroon pair that he will wear when laundry hasn’t been done in a long time, but only after much sighing and muttering, at least according to Mom.
I once found a gift that would have combined his hatred of boxers with his one fear, but resisted buying it for him. Too bad, really.
Damned if I know. We don’t actually have elvish-only days, you know. (see above!) But he did write notes to my mom in high school in dwarven runes.
Actually, a long while back AmyC tried to peddle her fathers motorcycle (as a jest) out from under him. He of course was a wonderful valuble member of the these boards, much like your father.
