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

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invaded all of us at that time, like some Hungarian mghtstalker. hungry for our media. Its major symptoms included: 1) an uncontrollable urge to define glyeocalyx. 2) a passion for Thayer Martin media, and 3) violent episodes of pseudomembranous colitis, incited by Clostridium difficile assuaged only by oral ciprofloxacin The memory lingers, as do the purple blotches from performing eight million gram stans (six million during practical) With a loading dose ol Gent, we move on. Does anyone remember a course called Pathology? I don't, I never went Jerry Galmus might. He gets the Perfect Attendance Award for that one. And so we have that. Pathomechamcs . yes doctors. In point of fact, this course was interesting if only in that we were told to remove all the garbage we learned during the previous year in biomechanics and toss it in the garbage This as to replace it was the Little lion's version (Those kissing ass tor The Graduate please cover your eyes) The bearded wonder with the Rolex amazed us with his automobile selection, rapier-like wit. and his uncanny ability with words like yutz. I think that one had something to do with a coalition . . . 7 Yes. Doctor McGlamry7 Time passed quickly. The year began to fly by as the heavy hitters came to bat Physical Diagnosis and [d Hamaty's band of lung sounds (stridor anyone’); Onychopathy and Charles Krause; General Surgical Principles, and osteopaths who only had medical, not podiatnc, examples of cases; Psychiatry, and that now infamous S E X lecture that sent Cinzia and Dee Dee screaming out of the room, blushing for the first time in years, and let's not forget Gerontology, where the only pertinent codicil was Just because there's snow on the roof — doesn't mean the fire's out below What's the point. Art7 Radiology Noops and blunders: mandatory attendance and guest lecturers waking up to find Dr Christman asleep. We love ya Rob! Or was that the time when the Nadine-woman. in Peri-operative Protocol discussed taking the fold on the everted cuff ... or something. Neither got us Hershey tickets. Intro to Pod Surgery gave us our first glimpse of Dr. Fox and his electronic attendance. He should try retina scan it's all the rage in the 23rd century. But. friends, we cannot forget second year's continuing sage of dueling biomechanics professors PCPM style. Tag team Whitney on Orthodigita in Podiatnc Orthopaedics (did you by the books, or the WHITNEY DEVICES-available for only 99.95 (150.00 Canadian) for a limited time only. We take VISA1 This combined with W.S. Sanner. DPM on footgear, and how to overcharge tor molded shoes I think Ken brought in Orthodigita cookies that mom made, for the final (Nobody remembers Orthodigita. but we do!!) lastly, the Spring of 1989 gave us our first meeting with the biggies. Dig Met Surgery Here the Doctors Trio and the Midwest Twins (C'mon Junior, let's get this over with!) dazzled us with how far Podiatry has come, and how much you can get away with. I can't wait for Rearfoot' (shouts Rich Scrip). Screw me baby. I'm hypermoNIe' Are two little screws better than one big one7 Ask Wayne Dubner. The second year left us almost as brain dead as did the first. Just, by now. we were used to the head butts and kicks in the privates, just don't bend-over We looked forward to summer — or did we7 Clime, that Ultimate Behemoth, loomed on our horizons. So did the Boards. QUICKIES! Do you recall . . . 1) Joel Gluck's Pimp outfits? 2) Nerd Punk parties. 3) Steve Lorynski's questions in class . 4) Steve Gordon on trumpet7 5) Cornell attire m Pathomechamcs . . and what came after 6) Strange Canadien rituals7 7) Roberto Araujo as The Prez! 8) National Board Review Guides 9) A burr is a burr is a burr . This year was brought to you by W.G Dotzman Noteservice Inc. We never sleep! (With a little help from the load man.) Out third year was heralded by a wind of change. And on that current drifted the dying moans of two late July days where the Experimental Year experienced the National Boards; but gaming strength with each passing hour was a fresher breeze; a draught that would catch-up our innocence, and spirit it away like the passing night. For as our clinical years began, so did the transformation of us all. from the raw stuff of the classroom, into physicians. For as long as we live, we shall never forget those splendid days of third year clinic. Remember those7 Times when we really didn't know anything, but acted like we did — at least in front of the patients Everything was new to us. and with the guidance and protection of our stalwart 4th years (if you could find them) we would approach the gods and rendor our puny diagnoses Where upon Dr Lemont would say. No. it's not a wart, it doesn't have that classic warty presentation What you have here

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post doctoral symposium on The Essence of Biomechanics. The Key was the hand signal Put your hands together people! Let's discuss midtarsal lomt motion of the foot! It's all True (A). False (B). mostly True (C), or mostly False on Tuesdays (D). but it could be all of the above (E). Your confusion. And so we came to January 1988 The new year not only brought the cold, but 15 tests in 12 days, or something hKe that. It was referred to as January Hell. The faculty threw the curve balls, but our average stayed, somehow, at .700. Speaking of which, the spring of '88 brought SOFTBALL! Spring days offered afternoon delight and a respite from the shadow of final exams. The days grew warm once again, and we began to realize that a class had arisen from the previous winter storms, and that we were feelin’ alright Anthony Acello was the star of first base. That combined with Wayne Dubner at third. Rob Donaldson at center, and Joel Gluck as the Ump. made for some heated afternoons on the diamond. The battle for the team’s slugger spot grew between this writer and the new kid on the block. Mark Stephens I think he wound up batting clean up. That may have been the time of young Dr McGlamry's first bike mishap — but I could be wrong. We can’t close out the story of the first year without mentioning a few other specific incidents. During the Spring of '88 we had a course where together we analyzed and scrutinized the complexity of the human nervous system Our instructor, a crafty old scholar from across the big pond, who produced children at age 60. expounded on various esoteric structures such as the Pons. Caudate. the Olive, and its three martini lunch Dateline: June 2. 1988. the day before our Neuro final the class gets together for a review with Dr. Roberts. To no avail. Dr. Churchill wrote it while 'ol Doc Roberts was off writing Beatle music. And so we have that. Dateline: June 3. 1988 around 1:00pm. The date which lives forever in the worst nightmares of Sandy Mannu and Lee Newman- the Apocalyptic Roof Party. Never before in the annals of PCPM have so many people been allowed to have a good time in one day. Hell, even Linda Hill came Those of you who were there may. or may not. remember much. It actually made a 10 on the Donaldson Scale (9.5 American) Never have so few worked so hard that so many might get blitzed That was the first year All that, and so much more. Did I mention Tammy's noteservice? I think Charles Schultz sued her on copyright infnngments Most of us were catching rays on the rool while all of this went on OK. so Urda wasn't. Excuse me' We made it, and emerged united. The EXPERIMENTAL YEAR survived the slings and arrows of outrageous fortuna and took arms against a sea of noteservice to be able to party during the second year And that's no Quotable The second year dawned suddenly on our group — catching us in the middle of the blissful complacency that summer brings — drinking it in like a cold beer Make mine Labatts. After a season that included moving out of the dorms, the Class of 1991 re entered the star-spangled halls of PCPM, already dreading that which was to be our biggest challenge that year. It was called Pharmacology. That episode, together with its dungeon master (affectionately known as Uncle Milad. shall I write for you”) produced more gray hair and alcoholic gastritis, than all that funky stuff that went trembling in our seats, as that giant of the First-Pass Mechanism intoned secret incantations, produced whirling chemical formulae, and dazzled us with his mastery of the spoken word Such diabolical linguistic prowess had us running for the exits, especially when forcing us to respond to his horrific query. Does it 'crease or ‘crease’ And if such torment wasn't enough, he would turn the knife even more with the dreaded Friday morning (hangover) quiz! This proceeded to drive those hearty few who elected to remain in class insane Wiping the tears from my eyes (and gulping another swig ol bourbon) I move on As my pulse returns to semi-normal, I recall two other courses of delight that we engorged ourselves on that fateful year. For without a doubt. Microbiology had to be the comic relief from that other course Where else could we be entertained daily by Uncle Carl Abramson Prince of the 8orsch Belt comedians? His stand-up routines on the wonders of Shigella. Vibrio cholera, and Vag itch left 'em truly rolling in the aisles. Someone always recognized the girls in his slides (We won't mention any names. Robbie.) Not to mention all the way to Diamond Dave Axler's office. That reminds me. remember the Ax-Man's viral routine’ He must be into the Cos. since they both sit down while delivering their schtick Paging Dr Axler Smith-KIme is calling! But. alas, gentle readers, we have not yet touched on that rare organism thing that we all were infected with that year. Not since the isolation of D strelecky by Dr C. Vecchia in 1989 had there been so virulent a bug as B terleckyi Yes. this zoophilic. halophile

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Is Porokeratosis Oiscreta of Mibelli palmans et plantis of Mantoux Dr Kidawa: intoned. Please? Yes. set the patient up for a Vascular study. Have the patient now. however, assume the position of phlebostatic recumbancy. so that the session might commence. His maiestic diatribes resonating throughout the clinic thereby lulling us into a false sense of security, since none of us could work the damn Doppler machine Dr. Joseph: (sans coat and tie) tells you that he disagrees with the lab report, stating regally that Staph isn't sensitive to Cipro, and that you should probably gram stain it again, and then go buy his book. Dr Feldman: questions. Is she Diabetic, Hypertensive, (as if knowing what each diagnosis entailed)? OK., go get started, don't cut her. I'll be in in a minute All the while Dr. Maglietta is standing outside PM 2 bemoaning the most recent BC BS changes. Dr Walter: would inevitably ask. Where's your fourth year?” And then, 'Well, did you discuss surgery with her7 Not knowing that at this point you weren't really sure what an arthroplasty was. A day with John usually ended with a grill session on the essence of true pronation in the sagittal plane What a cut up. Dr. Pontious: besides asking where is your fourth year, would lead you down the garden path with your diagnosis, then tell you you're completely wrong, and to go test the L-5 dermatome again, thus shattering any confidence you had. as she goes back to lecturing on some X-Ray taken by Roentgen himself I seem to recall Osteopoikilosis Dr (Big Al) Whitney sighs, and says. This isn't Medicine, it's Orthopedics! Leave the hypertension to those other guys and go make a Dancer's pad and a UMO (This to accommodate bilateral ankle pitting edema secondary to CHF.) Drs. Mahan, Downey, and Malay: would pimp you on the latest nuances in AO (arbietgemminshaft fur osteosynthesfragen for you St. Joe’s fans) or Lauge Hansen. and then tell you to call up the OR and schedule the case. All this for a 65 year old black female who presents with a HD dorsolateral aspect right 5th toe. PIPJ, and an unremarkable past medical history. Drs. Bauer and Vogler opted right for the Pan-Talar But that's not a problem, doctors Speaking of Dr Mahan, I'm reminded of an amusing story from that year. (Actually, I'm reminded of several involving Kieran. but space does not permit.) It seems that at one point that year a group of conspirators got together and formed a secret movement against the dreaded OR STAFF. Yes. those overprivifeged few from the rank and file of the Class of 91 somehow managed to procure tickets for that All-Star media event in Podiatry: the Hershey Seminar Now. being a person who has actually visited Hershey. PA, I can't for the life of me wonder why anyone would go there voluntarily. It's almost as bad as Allentown! Anyway, this incited this cohort (who I am sure were really speaking for all of us) to send letters expressing their dissatifaction to 'ole Dr Mahan. These treasonous communiques were only signed: Robin Hood and his merry men and women Catchy, isn't it7 It had fallen to our class officers to calm the ensuing Fury But. since it was rumored that members of that clique were already involved, nothing would come of it — nothing did Life went on. The seminar came and went. And Dr Mahan was still on his throne. Much ado about nothing. Dr. IRA Fox: also would yell, Where's your 4th year, they haven't graduated yet! (Is there a pattern here?) Then through raging paranoia and well rehearsed defense mechanisms would attempt to |ustify why he did what he did. And then tell you that we will discuss the triple arthrodesis and its indications at Wednesday morning conference. (I think someone came in from New York that day.) Dr. Palamarchuk (late for a Dance Medicine Seminar) tells you to just cast the guy and get him out. And on and on it went. I wonder lust where our 4th years were? For while clinic as a third year was an education in itself, it could not hold a candle to the classes of that year. That's where the real action was every afternoon. I seem to remember Our Fall trimester that third year consisted a of various and sundry collection of interesting (albeit humorous) hodgepodge classes not the least of which was Neurology: hosted (occasionally) by Gurang Bhatt. MD the man of a thousand backtests. If he wasn't asking us to localize the lesion, he was out playing with his beeper PVO provided a chance for all of us to get up close and personal with Tony Kiddoppler and the Pulsetones His sublime lecture (complete with run-on sentences) style instructed us in the proper technique of Doppler interpretation . and how NOT to talk to patients. Podiatric Pathology existed solely as a precursor to Derm, and to further wax the ego of Dr. Lemont. For while we did indeed learn about every skin disease dating back to the time of Caesar, we gradually realized that steroids and blunt dissections were the words. Pediatrics introduced us to Dr. Jay's