You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're Infinite Jest!
by David Foster Wallace
While you1 consider yourself2 to be clever,
there are those3 who think you're just full of yourself or, perhaps worse,
playing a joke4 on everyone around you, and yet you are pretty sure that
you really are that brilliant after all, since people would hardly take the time to
get to know you5 if they didn't care very deeply about what you had to
say to them, to wit, about their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their
drug habits, and of course what videos6 they prefer to watch, since,
after all, your impressive vocabulary and tendency to go on and on7 makes
you seem superior, able to educate them, and really drive a sense of something
ineffable into their measly little skulls while you are not above making a cheap
gag or really going after anyone or anything or telling them about incredible
futures involving tennis, geopolitics, and
1Meaning you personally, not someone like you or your own
personal daddy, for example.
2As well as you can see yourself, which, frankly, may not be that well.
3Though we wouldn't deign to be so peripatetic as to name them here, mind.
4Jokes, though not common in Victorian England, were known to originate
sometime in ancient history, perhaps as early as the time of Babylon, or even before.
It is thought that the history of the joke plays an integral role in the mindset of
the characters depicted here, though you may disagree at this point, in which case I
am facing quite the dilemma in relaying this narrative, no?
5It is rather time consuming, after all.
6Ha!
7and on and on and on...
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're The Metamorphosis!
by Franz Kafka
Though you think you're in the midst of a dream, the fact of the
matter is that your life has become a nightmare. The nightmare at first seems
horrific to you, but you are slowly able to adjust to the facts of the matter
and settle down and make do with what you've been given. There are those that
would say you're pointless and absurd, but you're really just trying to
demonstrate that people can (and do) adapt to anything, no matter how absurd
it is. Not that this will really inspire them to change, because they probably
don't understand.
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
7 comments:
The rusted nails part is terrible. I cringe at it.
I wish things would have queued so that I could go online for an accounting degree. The path is tortuous. I would have been closer to completion instead of at loose ends, and contemplating a managerial role and degree I do not really want. I pray for the clarity to know what to do.
Some things are extraordinarily clear; however, when I think of going the way of Marjorie, and being grateful for anyone taking me, and making do, I do not understand how it energizes you. I do not understand how this can be fulfilling at all, for the next year, five years.
The path is not apparent because there remain things to be satisfied.
The illusion of being finished; when I finally complete a project (or walk away from it), cannot apply IRL. The added layer of complexity is that I cannot measure your thoughts on things. The judgment is always ready but not the advice.
I realize what I said in September was not nice.
Exercise 91.
Asterocampa celtis celtis / Hackberry Emperor
Strymon martialis / Martial Scrib-Hairstreak
Accounting will be simplified into an app on a phone.
Yesterday, I was in a room with a difficult person with hyperglycemia after a lobectomy. The tube had been taken out and he gave a Tony-award-winning experience of pain. He had corpse breath, and this irritating sexual moan after I gave him all the pain medicine I had, around the clock. I had to adjust the insulin drip every thirty minutes with 40 to 50 units of insulin from the Endotool while he moaned. Is this thing working? With a new IV, a consult with the endocrinologist (these things just resolve, I know it is frustrating), and a last one time dose of IV push dilaudid...A girl that worked with me said that he was "going to be kissing the clouds"...I gave it with the blood pressure cycling, and the blood sugar came down, 141 mg/dL.
I also had a patient with cannabinod hyperemesis syndrome jumping in the shower and pulling out IVs. The narcotics promote gastroparesis, and he was not actively vomiting; just bored laying there on IV fluids. A notable things about this twenty-nine-year-old was that he had fetal alcohol syndrome, the attention span of a gnat...
https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jama/fullarticle/2824833
*thing
Both patients reached resolution on Sunday night.
I have not reached resolution Monday afternoon.
I remember two years ago giving more IV narcotics with a PCA fentanyl pump to a person who talked to me about Judaism. He was a narcotic-diverting EMT from Florida with acute limb compartment syndrome. He was waiting to have his arm amputated, and being narcotic tolerant due to his vice (cultivated while in his professional office) he stayed quite a while as he refused surgery or broke his NPO fast. To remark on "kissing the clouds" I have never given so much IV pain medication to a non-dying person. Each time, I thought he would drop, and I hated being compromised that way.
He told me that he had his bar mitzvah at the Kotel. He was a paramedic at Walt Disney in Orlando before he became an addict, and then I asked him how he got like this? Didn't he think it was time to return and do Teshuvah ? I saw him on a bicycle among the homeless with both arms some months later on a bridge as I drove by on an off-day.
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