Having recently returned from a CME on hospitalist procedures in San Francisco, I must admit I kind of miss the fog that often rolls in as evening falls. A lot has changed in my favorite town since I moved away, but many things remain the same. Between practice sessions spent mastering the insertion of central venous lines in the right IJ and right subclavian veins of anatomical models (you know you hit the right spot when your finder needle aspirates windex-blue fluid), I was able to hop on the 38 Geary bus which whisked me away from Union Square and rolled all the way down to Land's End, where I took a lovely stroll by the Pacific Ocean during low tide.
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