And the winner is....Aauuuuugggghhh.....

Well, since the NHL season just ended 5 minutes ago with a crushing defeat for my hometown Boston Bruins I guess that winter is now officially over.....

So I guess I can still share my recent award from the folks at HealthTap. It is an interesting site and I have tried to provide balanced informative answers to questions all within a 400 character limit...kinda like Twitter but longer.

I am constantly amazed by some of the posts that patients put online. If I were in terrible pain or freaking out because of some other health issue, I doubt that I would rush to my computer and start typing....I would call my doctor.....

However, this behavior is not new as is clearly evident from this scene from one of Western Civilizations finest films....Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

ARTHUR:  There!  Look!
LAUNCELOT:  What does it say?
GALAHAD:  What language is that?
ARTHUR:  Brother Maynard!  You are a scholar.
MAYNARD:  It's Aramaic!
GALAHAD:  Of course!  Joseph of Arimathea!
LAUNCELOT:  'Course!
ARTHUR:  What does it say?
MAYNARD:  It reads, 'Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Arimathea.
    He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the Holy Grail in the Castle
    of uuggggggh'.
ARTHUR:  What?
MAYNARD: '... the Castle of uuggggggh'.
BEDEVERE:  What is that?
MAYNARD:  He must have died while carving it.
LAUNCELOT:  Oh, come on!
MAYNARD:  Well, that's what it says.
ARTHUR:  Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve 'aaggggh'.  He'd
    just say it!
MAYNARD:  Well, that's what's carved in the rock!
GALAHAD:  Perhaps he was dictating.
ARTHUR:  Oh, shut up.  Well, does it say anything else?
MAYNARD:  No.  Just, 'uuggggggh'.
LAUNCELOT:  Aauuggghhh.
ARTHUR:  Aaauggh.
BEDEVERE:  Do you suppose he meant the Camaaaaaargue?
GALAHAD:  Where's that?
BEDEVERE:  France, I think.
LAUNCELOT:  Isn't there a Saint Aauuuves in Cornwall?
ARTHUR:  No, that's Saint Ives.
LAUNCELOT:  Oh, yes.  Saint Iiiives.
KNIGHTS:  Iiiiives.
BEDEVERE:  Oooohoohohooo!
LAUNCELOT:  No, no.  'Aauuuuugh', at the back of the throat.  Aauuugh.
BEDEVERE:  N-- no.  No, no, no, no.  'Oooooooh', in surprise and alarm.
LAUNCELOT:  Oh, you mean sort of a 'aaaah'!
BEDEVERE:  Yes, but I-- aaaaaah!
ARTHUR:  Oooh!
GALAHAD:  My God!
    [dramatic chord]
    [roar]
MAYNARD:  It's the legendary Black Beast of Aaauugh!
    [Black Beast of Aaauugh eats BROTHER MAYNARD]
BEDEVERE:  That's it!  That's it!
ARTHUR:  Run away!
KNIGHTS:  Run away!
    [roar]
    Run away!  Run awaaay!  Run awaaaaay!
    [roar]
    Keep running!
    [boom]
    [roar]
    Shh!  Shh!  Shh!  Shh!  Shh!  Shh!  Shh!  Shh!...
BEDEVERE:  We've lost him.
    [roar]
KNIGHTS:  Aagh!