- Though I am a die-hard heavy metal and prog rock fan, I confess to thoroughly enjoying the song "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys. I have tried my best NOT to like it, yet I find myself singing along with it every single goddamned time I hear it, most recently this afternoon.
- While I'm on the subject of songs I'm embarrassed to like, I also confess that I like "Love Yourself" by Justin Bieber. Fuck me, but that's a clever song. I hate myself for liking it.
- Even though the number of followers I have doesn't impact my self-worth, I really do want more followers on Twitter and more readers here.
- I want to meet Andy Wakefield, ostensibly so I can not-so-politely tell him of the irreparable harm he has done to public health, but actually so I can punch him in his stupid fucking lying face.
- I hate teaching medical students.
- I hate training new surgeons even more.
- I plan on retiring from clinical practice in less than 10 years.
- I enjoy riling idiots on Twitter and proving them wrong.
- I like challenging the Call Gods sometimes and seeing what kind of shitstorm they bring me in retaliation.
- I speak to my drunk patients in the same manner I speak to my children.
- I hate spam comments here almost as much as spam phone calls at home, and I wish I could round up all the spammers, put them in a small office building, and make them all call and email each other nonstop until they all die.
- There have been a few times on call when I wish I could have had a beer.
- I drive home drowsy after call regularly. I know it's fairly stupid, though I haven't come anywhere close to falling asleep at the wheel in about 15 years.
- I am a big Star Wars fan, and I loved "The Last Jedi". It's probably my favourite Star Wars movie. I'm sure this will anger many die-hard Star Wars fans, so COME AT ME.
- I got an email from a publisher about potentially publishing a book.
- I come dangerously close to hitting a patient at least once a month.
- Despite my palate maturing as I've aged, I still cannot bring myself to eat a mushroom. Seriously, fuck mushrooms.
Tuesday, 9 January 2018
I know I risk angering the Call Gods by saying this, but my trauma game has been rather slow lately. I've had very few blog-worthy stories of late, and the last thing I want to do is post a "Oops, no story this week" filler bullshit. So instead I've decided to continue a tradition from January 2015, or at least what I intended to become a tradition but instead got lost amongst the drunken idiot stories: CONFESSIONS.
Yes, I believe the best way to start a new year is not by making yet another resolution that you know will be broken by January 2 (no, you will NOT go to the gym every single day), but rather by confessing sins and starting the year clean.
So here goes. The Official DocBastard Annual Confessional continues.
I think that's about enough for one year. I'll be back with more confessions in 2019 unless that book deal comes through.
Feel free to add your own confessions down below.
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