Saturday, April 22, 2006

Huh? Uh, oh, I....ah......

Ok, I'm confused. I don't ever remember a president saying you can't question him or the government during a time of war. While he is fighting for democracy in Iraq I feel I'm losing it here. Wasn't this country founded on the principle of we are the government and we have a right to question those we elect? Where is it written we can't question their decision. I don't really care to tow either party line. The endless charades irritate me with nothing constructive ever getting done. Besides, the war on terror is like the war on cockroaches. It never ends. So does that mean from now on we can't question the president?

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Would You Like Fries With Your Coronary?

I work at a children's cardiac center in the largest medical center in the world. Adjacent to us is one of the most famous adult cardiac centers in the world. Joining them together is the famous "Golden Arches", McDonald's. While we have a childhood obesity problem with pediatricians preaching to parents to make their kids eat healthy and exercise, we have adult cardiologists next door preaching about eating healthy and exercising for heart health. All the while the aroma of fresh golden french fries waft down the hallway through both institutions. I think there is a conspiracy with the adult cardiologists. In fact they probably invested in McD's thinking, "If we get 'em hooked early they will be our patients in no time.....I have Ferrari bills to pay....

Monday, April 03, 2006

Blue Day

I was going to start posting again today. It's impossible at work now where I was able to do most of it. Today just wasn't a good day. My dad has early/mid stage alzheimer's and my mom has a brain injury sustained a year ago from cardiac arrest. She was my dad's caretaker, but now I have someone care for them in their home. I went over today and was trying to explain something to my dad but he gets confused and takes it wrong as though I think he is stupid. It's frustrating. I don't want to hurt his feelings. I want him to enjoy what days he has left here. I don't know how I could do it though knowing my brain was dying slowly. It sucks.