So my son, who is 16 months old, had blueberries for breakfast. He would smash them under his index finger while pretending they were crying out in pain. I've raised a sadistic tyrant.
Anyway, cardiology is keeping me running around early mornings and late nights. It's a lot of fun and my doc is amazing. Seriously, if you need a cardiologist, I would go to him, most of the nurses at Mercy Gilbert would choose him (according to a very informal poll) and he's where I would send my family if they have heart problems. But I don't have time to post regularly. The good news is, I almost have a Physiology Friday post ready. So let there be rejoicing in the land. My son may be a tyrant, but I'm a benevolent dictator. And I'm still in charge, for now.
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