does D Bowie’s “Heroes” sound a lot like Talking Heads’ “Heaven” for anyone else? or the other way around i guess? the Eno connection just confirms it in my head
ok i just read some of the comments on one of the youtube videos for “Heaven” and ppl are saying the same thing. feelin pretty vindicated rite now
10:45 pm • 6 March 2014
if something ever happens to my rn license instead of revoking it they should just subject me to obgyn and pediatrics assignments for the rest of my career. i would hate my miserable existence a lot more
10:34 am • 26 February 2014
today i watched the clipper game in a completely empty pizza place and watched that 4-hr fan-made cut of the original, unabridged cannes film festival version of kill bill
i thought julie dreyfus was julia louis-dreyfus so for the rest of the time i was thinkin how much better kill bill would have been if elaine from seinfeld was speaking japanese in it
10:17 pm • 23 February 2014
How Doctors Die
Years ago, Charlie, a highly respected orthopedist and a mentor of mine, found a lump in his stomach. He had a surgeon explore the area, and the diagnosis was pancreatic cancer. This surgeon was one of the best in the country. He had even invented a new procedure for this exact cancer that could triple a patient’s five-year-survival odds–from 5 percent to 15 percent–albeit with a poor quality of life. Charlie was uninterested. He went home the next day, closed his practice, and never set foot in a hospital again. He focused on spending time with family and feeling as good as possible. Several months later, he died at home. He got no chemotherapy, radiation, or surgical treatment. Medicare didn’t spend much on him.
It’s not a frequent topic of discussion, but doctors die, too. And they don’t die like the rest of us. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared to most Americans, but how little. For all the time they spend fending off the deaths of others, they tend to be fairly serene when faced with death themselves. They know exactly what is going to happen, they know the choices, and they generally have access to any sort of medical care they could want. But they go gently.
Of course, doctors don’t want to die; they want to live. But they know enough about modern medicine to know its limits. And they know enough about death to know what all people fear most: dying in pain, and dying alone. They’ve talked about this with their families. They want to be sure, when the time comes, that no heroic measures will happen–that they will never experience, during their last moments on earth, someone breaking their ribs in an attempt to resuscitate them with CPR (that’s what happens if CPR is done right).
4:31 pm • 17 February 2014