Long story short, my old host kicked the big blue bucket in the sky, so I’ve been frantically trying to make do. Sorry, Eddy, I will figure yours out shortly.
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The more I learn about obstetrics, the less I want to have a baby. Ever. You know how many things can go wrong with the pregnancy? The labor? The baby?! Just the idea of this several pound…parasite popping out of me makes me shudder. And of course, it will continue to suck the life out of me for the next couple of decades or so.
The more I learn about gynecology, the more interested I am about male-female dynamics. For instance, it is commonplace for a doctor to recommend a woman have her ovaries and other reproductive organs surgically removed for certain conditions if she is finished with child-bearing. I’ve even seen a vaginal obliteration procedure. But can you imagine telling a man to remove his testicles? Or penis?
I suppose I can always dream.
If there was a prophet among us today, we would diagnosis him as a schizophrenic, admit him involuntarily to the psychiatric ward, and load him up on anti-psychotic medication until he qualified as “sane”. Our foreseers are now called geneticists. And that is the line between faith and medicine.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
It is so hard to find wonder in clinics and hospitals. Everyone knows something, and someone always knows everything. The unexplainable is brushed aside until a randomized double-blinded study tells us otherwise. Expert guidelines tells us to tell patients how to live. And no one questions anything.
Perhaps I’m wrong. Religion is not all that different.
So yeah. New layout. Credits to Randolf for the pix. I’m still tweaking (a la my OCD), but hopefully, will work on other pages as well. I don’t think I’ve ever finished an entire website before. Just tweaked layouts. Maybe this time will be the charm, ay? Also on my to-do list: update!
So lemme know what the word is.


