February 27th, 2003

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The most fascinating thing happens when Mike hears people express beliefs he doesn't agree with...he claims he follows logic, but he makes amazing jumps in it.
Today's lecturer (an OB-GYN) made the statement that he feels that aborting a fetus for nonmedical reasons is the same as killing a baby in a crib. He did not attempt to sway us to his view, nor did he expound on the statement, which (if I recall correctly) was part of a brief digression spawned by a question. Mike's interpretation: "That's bullshit. This is a state school, he has no right to be up there preaching to us. He needs to remember separation of church and state."
Not everyone who objects to abortion objects on the basis of religion, nor was it even mentioned. I brought that point up to Em after he left - having no desire to hear him hold forth on the topic for ages and ages. "I didn't even think about that," she murmured, surprised. Apparently, neither did he.

Mike refuses to believe that religion and science can coexist. "I find it hard to accept that the majority of the people in this classroom believe that life came about without a human sperm fertilizing a human egg. How can they believe that bullshit and still accept modern science?" - in other words, believing in some sense the Biblical account of the conception of Christ is incompatible with believing in science. I'm not going to argue it right now, nor did I then; he wouldn't listen. But stranger things than auto-fertilisation take place in nature...
Why doesn't he see that his slavish devotion to logic is as much a religion as any other, subject to the same human fallacies? He takes it so seriously...
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Locked my keys in the car. Along with my white coat, my doctor bag, my stethoscope and the bottle of water I was looking for all morning. Whoops.

But Rachel took me to the hospital and Dr. L let me do rounds anyway - "You can borrow my stethoscope, and -I- don't have a white coat, either" - so it worked out. Now waiting for Angel to come and get me.
Saw Mrs. E, who was in for pneumonia. Lovely rales in her lungs. And Mr. X, who had a mitral valve replacement and a pacemaker implant and was already wanting to get out of bed. "He's Irish," his wife says, and that explains it all.
And G.K., who was our H&P patient for the day.
Accomplishments: successfully percussed and felt his liver, estimating size correctly. Got his heart rate right. Remembered most of my review of systems.
I need to just grab someone, give them my history-taking card, and have them watch me take a history and see what I miss. Repeatedly. I need to memorise that thing.

And now over to the house (HOUSE!) to let the inspector in so he can look it over (HOUSE!)...
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Petal Fall

They say that sex and love are two different things: that truly loving someone is something that transcends the physical; that you don't have to love someone - or even really like them - to involve yourself in skin-on-skin intimacy with them. And I suppose, on the one hand, they're right.I can bump and grind with any old body; it has nothing to do with love. But I think there's something about the whole thing - and when it comes down to it, you fall a little bit in love every time.
Sometimes, though, that little bit in love...sometimes it sticks. And then you're left wondering if you didn't somehow stumble into something that was just a little bit bigger than you thought it was; some cosmic monster of a card trick where you're the ace hiding up the sleeve of a shoddy worn-wool jacket, clips and pulls and wires and strings lining you up for a sleight of hand in the final act. You're left waiting for the flourish, for the 'that's-what-it-was-all-about' to make sense of something so strange that you hadn't ever imagined it would come to pass.
And you wonder, sometimes, what's up the other sleeve.
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