It was a long medical day. Just when you think you can’t get...
i don't know what i was going to say there. Something about getting hypnotized. But i wasn’t hypnotized. I was strategically recognizing the hypnosis as it was happening and thereby thwarting it.
Today was the last day, and now it’s over, and now i’m happy, but don’t be fooled: i was pretty happy the whole time, except when i was desperately sad, sobbing in bathrooms and darkened on-call rooms. But even in those moments, there was a kind of delight in actually grieving the losses that happen all day in that place——and i’m not just talking ostomy losses and emesis, people. I’m talking loss on a fundamental, human-life, spiritual, animal level. It is fucked up what they are doing to that baby, bro. I don’t know. It’s just really dark in there.
trying to push the team to do anything differently would’ve rocked the boat. But then, you just wonder if perhaps you started planting seeds earlier, if.... I closed with the suggestion to call a family meeting for this child because what the fuck is really going on. Guys, don’t forget about that, please.
When it came to time to say my piece, i was stopped by the slightest hesitation, long enough to lose the momentum of the conversation, long enough to create a silence which was instantly filled by a resident saying some shit about electrolytes.
You can't take down master's house with his own tools, or from the inside. You need to go outside and get a wrecking ball or flint and steel or a series of well-placed █████. You can be creative about how you take the house down, but you shouldn't default to the axe you see next to the fireplace, or the saw in the garage. You’re gonna have to get more clever than that, or you’re going to be
for hours at a time, making no progress as the days go by. But if you get your hands on a wrecking ball, you’re dealing with a different order of magnitude altogether.
I feel a sort of pulsing, biting feeling on my left side right now. Not sure if i should touch it. Let’s touch it.