Temple University School of Podiatric Medicine - Achilles Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Sometimes it was like playing a game show with Dr. Lemont . . give me all 26 letters of the alaphabet and I'll name a disease that affects the palms and soles! Diagnosis was easy to take especially since it was the only time out of the semester you would learn anything. For most people, the clinical lab was held in Florida. While this was easy to take, anesthesiology was a real challenge. One could only daydream for so long while standing for 5 hours in one spot while a gallbladder was being removed. (The foot is connecter to the rest of the body, really it is!) This point was discussed in detail by Marv (Burp,ahem, gurggle) Jacoby where he made us into physicists and computer analysts in just two weeks. But at least you finally got a chance to play with those force plates that they show to everyone on the interview tour. Of this group, x-ray was of definite value. The best part was having to look at Elyse for 3 hours a day. With the end of the vacation trimester one shape by Dr. Green et al. was quickly sobered and whipped into But while Dr. Green was laying down his criteria and rules, Dr. Comptompasis came to the crux of the matter with the only three rules of surgery you needed to Know: Sew something to something, If its in the same room it will heal and It’s only a foot. Of course, if you talked to Alan Jacobs, he could list 183 exceptions for each of the above. Orthopedics was a different story. It proved that Medicine is not a science. (Do you get what I mean?) The only difference between the way we make orthoses and the way our ancestors made them is ours are made of acrylic and they used molo. On Mondays and Thursdays the rearfoot controlled the forefoot and on Wednesday and Friday the forefoot controlled the rearfoot. And if steroids, lidocaine and a low dye strap didn’t work (and it was after II AM), fear not for behold, God created physical therapy. 9

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Second year ended with Dr. Arden’s Pathology class on Friday afternoons. This was an eminently cuttable class since the room was usually dark and Dr. Arden never looked up past the first two rows. Rumor Central, that oft quoted bastion of truth at P.C.P.M., had it on good authority that Dr. Arden cut his own class to attend a Friday beer party. The end of second year was marked by what was becoming the traditional end of the year party at Ferry Station. The fine art of launching ballons from a rubber-hose slingshot was well perfected by this time. Summer provided us our first opportunity at clinical experience. But as the end of August drew near, the paranoia level rose to heights never before seen. With boards over, it seemed like summer vacation went by so quickly. It was hard fitting in a whole summer in a weekend. I guess it was for that reason that I was a bit Fuzzy and not in quite the right state of mind when upon walking into clinic heard Lee calling over the MASH PA system. ”15 for DI-AG-NOSIS! The hardest thing about diagnosis was trying to figure out which was Diagnosis I and which was Diagnosis II. (We were so used to all the classrooms looking like 3IS). And to make matters worse, there was a different clinician each day in Diagnosis. (How many times did you call Dr. Brushkoff, Dr. Zlotoff?) But if you think you were confused, think of the tough time Dr. Harvey (Who had my course) Lemont had. 8

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It was only a short trip to the Minnie Kaplan Memorial Physical Therapy Room. It was here most of us met the ’Statue of Liberty Patients . (You know, give me your poor, your tired, your derelicts.) I can honestly say that I met my hero of PCPM, Dr. George Helfand. He should be an incentive to all of us to stay as young as he is in spirit. (I just hope that I can still look for the Sciatic nerve when I’m his age!). And when physical therapy didn't work, it was back to PM. Podiatric Medicine, that area we spent nine weeks of intensive training. The motto there was if it can’t be debrided, padded or taped, we can’t do it. The only problem was, nobody ever told Alvie Hurray this. He thought he was in Surgery III. Last seen, Alvie was still trying to convince Leila Reston that he was a surgeon-podiatrist and not a chiropodist. (Dr. Reston is still trying to convince him that you should really drive on the left hand side of the road). For some people, lunch was a quick trip to the hot dog man (who was accepted to the class of ’83) or to the Archway or to Hoagie City. But for most, lunch was eaten in a leisurely manner while watching Happy Days at home. I find great difficulty in writing about the third year academically since most of you would have no idea who I was talking about. In 10 seconds or less, describe Dr. Becker. OK, for you real trivia buffs, what course did Dr. Bar-rick lecture in (And in what semester?). See what I mean? The only thing we had in com- mon was that everyone came to finals. But even Dr. becker didn’t show up for his own final. The exam that got the award for most academically stimulating was Dr. Novicki's picture final. The look-a-like award went to Sports Medicine (sometimes I think they underestimated the class of 78). With the last answer on the Internal Medicine final, we all went our separate ways until graduation. 10 : i M