The “P” in “PhD”

Dooley Noted: 9/6/2013 Earlier this week, a colleague referred to me as “lazy” for not chasing my PhD. I am “Lazy Kate.” He may have been kidding. Maybe not.  This is a bone of contention I have buried long ago. I have a very full life. A PhD would see me taking time away from things in my forefront. The “P” in PhD for me doesn’t stand for “philosophy.” It stands for prestige. It stands … Read more

Why I Stopped Working Out

At age 33, I finally stopped working out. My RKC/SFG Kettlebell training finally helped me figure out what I secretly knew all along: Thirty minutes to 2 hours a day in the gym couldn’t undo what I’ve done to myself all the rest of the day. So, I decided to finally change the way I lived during the 17 hours I was awake. I traded an hour of elliptical training for fasted brisk walking over … Read more

Intelligence vs. Emotion

“Intelligence and education that hasn’t been tempered by human affection isn’t worth a damn.” – Charlie Gordon, Flowers for Algernon I never mind bursting a bubble of perceptions made of me by my colleagues, students, and patients. I am not the smartest doctor you meet. I am not the most well-read. I’m not the best writer. My strength skills, movement analyses, and anatomical knowledge are all in the infantile stages. But I know what Charlie … Read more

For Better or For Worse

I am a child of integrity, discipline and love. I am the child of a 45-year marriage. Including my parents, people ask me – seemingly – every day: “Dooley, why don’t you get married?” I’ve nearly been married three times. But when push came to shove, the relationship didn’t have the materials of a solid marriage. I’ve watched a solid marriage for my nearly 35 years on this planet. I know what it takes. With … Read more

Progressing on Strength 

My earliest memory is age 1. I watched my father get pinned between two cars. He was 37 – very close to my age.  He was taken to the hospital on a gurney. But he drove us home in his truck a few hours later. He had only a few scratches.  How is that possible? How did he turn his body into steel, and prevent the cars from smashing him?  He is Dooley Strong. He … Read more

Belly Breathing and True Rib Movement

In this week’s Video Dooley Noted, I discuss proper rib movement and why you might be concerned if you are a chest breather. I watch an influx of chest breathers in my practice. In fact I have NEVER had someone walk through my door and initiate belly breathing on a standing breath test.  It tends to come from the chest, with shoulders raising as they inhale. Since this is globally problematic, I thought it necessary … Read more

Limitations in Making Yourself Great

It is a wonderful thing to get to know yourself, then push yourself to higher planes of greatness.  You are great. So, now what?  I’ve met plenty of people that think they are awesome. But the truly great people I’ve met spend most of their time nudging others toward greatness. From my NKT and StrongFirst families to my anatomy colleagues, I surround myself with people that are helping others become better than they were yesterday … Read more

If I’d Been Medicated

A few days ago, my parents were sitting at the picnic table. I was swinging a KB nearby. Dad: “Jo, you make me tired just watching you.” Mamacita: “I don’t know why you’re surprised. She’s been like this since she was little.” That got me thinking: What if my parents had medicated me? Outspoken and overly energized, I got plenty of detention in junior high. But my parents never medicated me. Instead, they encouraged me … Read more

The Right to Know

Recently, one of my best friends went to the emergency room. He was running a fever bouncing between 102-103 degrees F, and he was very ill.  He was told he did not have a strep infection or mononucleosis, but a “serious throat infection.” He left with antibiotics and a steroid injection. His diagnosis? Unknown.  I’m sorry, but -WHAT? I’m confused about how one gives such potent medication without a diagnosis. My friend’s partner stated the … Read more

The Rebuttal for Working

This past week, I’ve seen a list repeating daily on my newsfeed.  “Regrets of the Dying” One of the top regrets: “I wish I didn’t work so hard.” I’m sorry, but I vehemently disagree. I live what I do. I am my brand. Even my parents can’t help but ask me constant medical questions. It is my honor to be the light people seek in times of dark confusion. It is my honor to be … Read more