It took three months of pondering to actually do this. And now the day has come to load my bike, fill the panniers, don the helmet, choose my riding clothes and, oh, yes, the work clothes, shoes and dry underwear. (Note to self — do not forget the towel!)
October 03, 2008 @ 09:38am CDT, by Dr. David Matthews
Gas hit $60 per tank full. That’s when it hit me — maybe I should consider another option besides my automobile for work. I live only three miles from the office. My car sits all day most days, and it gets the poorest mileage with in-town driving, like most cars. I mean, I already bought a car that gets 30 miles per gallon on the highway, and it still was killing me to pay this much for gasoline.
Migraine is usually an inherited headache condition. Sufferers complain of intermittent (paroxysmal) disabling attacks which are similar or stereotyped each time. The patient is well in between. The attacks are always disabling and the patient has to stop activities and usually has to lie down.
Tonya: It’s Saturday morning, the sun has barely peeked over the horizon. I jump out of my bed not realizing the time. I rush in to wake my mom, who is clearly in her good sleep pattern. I shake her --“Mama, get up I’m hungry, can I have some cereal?” She mumbles, “Girl, go and lay back down. It’s 6:30 in the morning.” I don’t give up, I continue pestering her. She finally gives up and sets up on the side of the bed. After making sure she is good and awake, I skip to the kitchen and sit at the table to wait for her to fix my breakfast.
First of all, I want to personally thank each of those who have gone into the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. You have shown courage. You have shown the ability to persist in a situation where climate and cultures are totally foreign. Your spirits have experienced pains you never thought possible. Some of you have watched death in ways that may be beyond your capacity to comprehend, even after you have come home. You are watching the rebirth of nations, filled with both hope and pain. So, again, I want to praise you and thank you for your service in this situation.
When life is stable, certain, and calm, raising healthy children is pretty easy—help with homework, dance lessons, gymnastics, baseball and soccer. Make sure they eat well. Listen carefully, respond wisely, and balance rest and involvement. Help them with their daily stressors, which to them are new skills and are real problems to solve until they understand. Raising healthy children has a good rhythm to it.
Everywhere you look, the kids have runny noses, parents are coughing and everybody has parties and school gatherings scheduled. How to keep from getting diseases from each other?
There are always new developments in pediatrics. Occasionally, they seem wonderful. Sometimes these new ways seem just "too good to be true". And occasionally, we are hit with email ads, billboard ads or just extensive PR that says that this new way is just the best possible way to treat children. How do we tease the real information apart from the media hype?
The biggest lesson I have learned is that biking to work leads to other things — unpredictable things happening. 
The habit of driving to work via bike is settling into a comfortable expectation. 
It took three months of pondering to actually do this. And now the day has come to load my bike, fill the panniers, don the helmet, choose my riding clothes and, oh, yes, the work clothes, shoes and dry underwear. (Note to self — do not forget the towel!) 
Gas hit $60 per tank full. That’s when it hit me — maybe I should consider another option besides my automobile for work. I live only three miles from the office. My car sits all day most days, and it gets the poorest mileage with in-town driving, like most cars. I mean, I already bought a car that gets 30 miles per gallon on the highway, and it still was killing me to pay this much for gasoline.
Some staph bacteria are resistant to antibiotics. MRSA is a type of staph that is resistant to methicillin as well as penicillins and cephalosporins. 
Tonya: It’s Saturday morning, the sun has barely peeked over the horizon. I jump out of my bed not realizing the time. I rush in to wake my mom, who is clearly in her good sleep pattern. I shake her --“Mama, get up I’m hungry, can I have some cereal?” She mumbles, “Girl, go and lay back down. It’s 6:30 in the morning.” I don’t give up, I continue pestering her. She finally gives up and sets up on the side of the bed. After making sure she is good and awake, I skip to the kitchen and sit at the table to wait for her to fix my breakfast. 
