![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=d18e725e-1c3d-4389-944d-880cf2030ec5)
While participating as faculty at the Book Passage Mystery Writer’s Conference, I had the pleasure of interviewing the award-winning author, Jacqueline Winspear, right after the death of the oldest living man, Henry Allingham, a World War I vet. Today, shortly after Henry Allingham’s passing, the man known as the Last Tommy, Harry Patch, also [...]

One of the most popular Doc Gurley posts is New Episode of Lost: The Tampon. Coming soon will be the World Premiere of our first Doc Gurley video – and you can now check out the amazing Krause music soundtrack on YouTube! Then head over to www.thisiskrause.com and get an earful of fun.
[...]
This is a public service announcement: To our viewing audience – stay tuned while we attempt to reanimate your host. Doc Gurley learned today that Dave Barry (himself!) answered two (count them, two) of her Dave Barry for President Forum questions, and, faced with a double Dave, she did what any self-respecting fan possessing a valid California medical license would do. She emitted a high-pitched squeal that only dolphins can hear, and swooned. Please do not adjust your dial. Regular programming will commence shortly, if somewhat breathlessly.*
Question #1 by Doc Gurley:
Submitted 06/10/08 19:09:55 by Dave from Florida.
Q Your site asks me to “verify” my information before I submit a question. But in fact I can be any darn thing I want to be. I can be Ozzy, Obama, or even an ovary. I could be you. Where’s the quality control?
Answered 06/11/08 10:48:17 by Dave Barry
A: This site is equipped with special cameras, so when you submit a question, we can actually see you, Mr. Trump.
Question #2 by Doc Gurley: Continue reading Double Dave!

I, Doc Gurley, spent the last two days playing surgeon. Eleven hours each day, I went into a
temporary emergency tent and shivered over hot coffee. There were lectures, then practical skills stations where I did procedures on rubber dummies while pre-eminent surgeons watched and critiqued me until I got it right. Let’s just say that I resuscitated so many dummies, store manikins the world over now worship me as a goddess. I’m known as the Mass Casualty Queen of Rubber. So why would any self-respecting board-certified internist subject themselves to this level of fumbling humiliation? I mean, it’s not like we internists ever get to stand around and critique surgeons on their choice of antibiotics, or even (heaven-help-us), their EKG interpretation skills. Well, here’s why and it’s an issue that applies to every one of us: Continue reading Playing Surgeon

It’s a busy Tuesday, so I grab a chart and speedwalk to the next patient at the homeless clinic. On the table sits a woman
with this huge stiff tent of hair and a bad case of body lice. She’s rocking with her arms across her chest. She’s hearing voices. She hasn’t bathed in three months, she’s got a cough, and there’s a lot of ground to cover here, so I’m asking questions, things are clipping along. It’s like a groove you get into, a kind of tango where the doctor takes the lead and the patient’s job is to spin and turn when they’re supposed to. But then, like a hard heel on my instep, this patient suddenly blurts out, “So, where did you go to medical school?”
There’s a silence and then I say, “Harvard. I went to Harvard Medical School.” Which is pretty rare, here on the Left Coast.
She stares at me, dumbstruck, and then she says, “Aw Jesus, couldn’t you get a better job than this? What’s wrong with you?” Continue reading What It Feels Like…To Put Your Doc On The Spot

Recent Comments