Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Distorted Realities
With one light on in one room, I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair, I know your look when I get back
If you were a king up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let
me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a Hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go.
The unread book and painful look, the TV's on, the sound is down
One long pause, then you begin, oh look what the cat's bought in
If you were a king up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let
me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go, let me leave
For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking
I want to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go.
I want to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone,again
to take a chance on life again, so let me go. Let me leave.
Let me go.
- Dido, Hunter
I've been there.
Dammit, either Dido really thinks like a man, or...
*****
Healed, of DVT
I chanced upon this through xena.
Yes, quite.
While we're at it, let's thank the Lord that she did not end up with HIV either as a "consequence" of her DVT, and that she didn't get pelvic inflammatory disease either.
I've treated hordes of patients with DVTs, and praise be, none of them had brain damage. Even patients with Pulmonary Emboli. I suppose that must make me a shit hot doctor. Preen. Or maybe it's just physiology and anatomy. Clots travel up to the lungs, where they lodge. Lungs. Not brain.
Before any of you foam at the mouth and crucify me amidst a litany of hate, let me say this.
I think it is right to give Him thanks and praise.
But you have to give the right thanks.
The right thanks, in this case is that she lived at all, after ostensibly going into cardiac arrest from a massive pulmonary embolism. The scariest thoughts going through the minds of the parameds and the doctors resuscitating her wouldn't have been "oh my God, is she going to have brain damage" but rather "oh my God, is she going to die?"
To bend the truth to achieve a more sensationalistic outcome - a miracle! a miracle!! - trivialises our Lord, and undoes the good that He does for us in our hearts.
It saddens me sometimes, to see Christians reduced to "lying", that they might have something spectacular to thank their God for.
Don't let us forget the mundane miracles He gives us every day - the food that we eat, the peace that we - or some of us - enjoy. The death of His Son on the cross for our redemption.
Do not let us become cannon fodder for the sceptics, by breaking our faith. If they strike us - turn the other cheek.
And follow the light.
*****
Err. I may have been a bit harsh there. It was my evil twin brother.
Anyway, in a lighter vein, chapter 6 is out.
With one small step upon the stair, I know your look when I get back
If you were a king up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let
me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a Hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go.
The unread book and painful look, the TV's on, the sound is down
One long pause, then you begin, oh look what the cat's bought in
If you were a king up there on your throne, would you be wise enough to let
me go
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go, let me leave
For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking
I want to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone, again
To take a chance on life again, so let me go.
I want to be a hunter again, (I) want to see the world alone,again
to take a chance on life again, so let me go. Let me leave.
Let me go.
- Dido, Hunter
I've been there.
Dammit, either Dido really thinks like a man, or...
*****
Healed, of DVT
I chanced upon this through xena.
Yes, quite.
While we're at it, let's thank the Lord that she did not end up with HIV either as a "consequence" of her DVT, and that she didn't get pelvic inflammatory disease either.
I've treated hordes of patients with DVTs, and praise be, none of them had brain damage. Even patients with Pulmonary Emboli. I suppose that must make me a shit hot doctor. Preen. Or maybe it's just physiology and anatomy. Clots travel up to the lungs, where they lodge. Lungs. Not brain.
Before any of you foam at the mouth and crucify me amidst a litany of hate, let me say this.
I think it is right to give Him thanks and praise.
But you have to give the right thanks.
The right thanks, in this case is that she lived at all, after ostensibly going into cardiac arrest from a massive pulmonary embolism. The scariest thoughts going through the minds of the parameds and the doctors resuscitating her wouldn't have been "oh my God, is she going to have brain damage" but rather "oh my God, is she going to die?"
To bend the truth to achieve a more sensationalistic outcome - a miracle! a miracle!! - trivialises our Lord, and undoes the good that He does for us in our hearts.
It saddens me sometimes, to see Christians reduced to "lying", that they might have something spectacular to thank their God for.
Don't let us forget the mundane miracles He gives us every day - the food that we eat, the peace that we - or some of us - enjoy. The death of His Son on the cross for our redemption.
Do not let us become cannon fodder for the sceptics, by breaking our faith. If they strike us - turn the other cheek.
And follow the light.
*****
Err. I may have been a bit harsh there. It was my evil twin brother.
Anyway, in a lighter vein, chapter 6 is out.
