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| 6/26/2003 continued - Finally after the nebulizer stopped helping, I took Pinky back and she said "you do know your rat is dying?" What was she getting at, I wondered... Just kidding! I knew what she was getting at! That I was a loon who couldn't let go of my rat and was determined to torture the poor creature by keeping her alive. I can't remember how I got from there (Munchausen by proxy) to here. I am not having much of a blog war with my sister because she is apparently too lazy to update hers after the initial creation. Blog date 6/28/2003 - The Sarah Misery Index is currently at 7.7. I have just created the heretofor mentioned Sarah Misery Index so my blog reading public can keep up with the realities of being Sarah. After going under the knife earlier in the week, Sarah now has a very painful sore throat and hacking cough. Some of us may recall that Sarah once went to the emergency room for a sore throat (only one of only two visits in her long life), so clearly her pain threshhold in the throat area is low. The throat creatures (maybe they are escaped intestinal yeast!) arrived yesterday so I probably have at least 2 more days of bliss to endure... Meanwhile, the yeast infection diet is not going well. I had potato chips for breakfast and French fries for lunch (note to readers: yeasties love carbs...). Big news in the conjoined twin world. Some of you might remember my circa 1996 near breakdown when I saw the two headed blond child (children) in the magazine. I became so disturbed by the idea of a two headed person that I could scarcely think of anything else for days. In retrospect, I think perhaps I might have actually been distressed about something else, but at the time I seemed to myself to be profoundly affected by the twins. Obviously, I knew that there were conjoined twins in the world, but I did not happen to know that it was possible to have a two headed person. I remember thinking how hard it is to find a decent boyfriend with only one head. Anyway, two Iranian women who are joined at the head are going to be separated soon. Apparently, this has never been attempted with adults though it has met with some success with babies. They have been trying to find some surgeons to separate them for years but none would because of the relatively low chances of success... Now, apparently, some doctors have worked through their ethical dilemmas because the women have been psychologically evaluated. And they explained that though they have enjoyed their time together, they are growing apart in their interests. One wants to practice law in the city (they are both lawyers) and the other one wants to be a journalist in the country. What happened to "I would f****** kill myself if I thought I was going to be like this for the rest of my life." Or would that make them psychologically unsuitable for surgery? Because, people are usually not willing to risk death or vegetative states because they want to live in the country. This reminds me of the dermatologist who removed a mole from my cheek when I was sixteen. She asked me an inordinately large amount of questions about why I wanted the mole removed and seemed to imply I might have mental problems because of my desire to have my mole removed. I remember it so well because I thought that the doctor was so freaky for making such a big deal out of it. Just chop the mole off and worry about your own problems, lady!!!!! In truth I had a totally unnatural and irrational hatred for that mole. I wonder how she knew... I bet those gals spent a long time discussing what they needed to say to get some surgeons to agree to operate. 6/28/2003 - Random Thoughts (patterned after the occasional column by Thomas Sowell.) "Tell me what you want me to say and I will say it." This would improve and shorten a lot of conversations. More random thoughts... |