Weirdness on the Quarter Moon
Coffee break this morning was not the usual mindless catch-up Q and A. It was spent over a copy of each of our city papers.
Obvious is the prolonged discussion about Terry Schiavo and the meddlesomeness of government interference in such a personal matter. We all had our own strikingly similar opinions of "what if it was us, or our spouse" (enough, already) and agreed that the majority of people would probably agree with us. But this has got to be one of those cases where a majority consensus on any statement simply doesn't mean shit. There are no acceptable blanket conclusions here. This is a terribly private matter that has been forced out into the public circus - it doesn't matter whether or not it was unintentional - to be gawked at and fought over. No one can be at peace with any outcome after this is over.
Have you heard enough about that yet? Apologies - this case is everywhere and absolutely everyone has an opinion. Which is good. People need to know where they stand. But for god's sake, write it down, get it witnessed and tell the people who are going to be making the decisions if and when you're in that state; the internet isn't going to be the one at your bedside.
Our second discussion revolved around another school shooting, - this one, just across the border. Disturbingly close, but so sensationalized that it became almost unreal. It's a little mind numbing, really. There's just not much to say. It has to be beyond horrific for the kids, the parents and anyone who was near the place and no one's ever going to really know exactly every little detail that went on before hand and every little factor that may have contributed. That makes it a little more difficult to come up with any solutions.
Lastly, there was a local incident of the wrong patient being moved for transport to the morgue - needless to say, the patient was still quite alive. Just sleeping very deeply. Yeah, breathing can be a bitch to detect.
So, that was my pretty intense coffee break this morning. As you can tell, despite the remainder of the day and a much needed relaxing chiropractic adjustment, I'm still wound up about all this. And so this is my much needed subsequent rant. I had planned to blog about something else this evening, but I guess I just had to get this out there.
Here's to a long hot shower and a good night's sleep under a waxing moon, blissfully devoid of any mind whirling dreams.
Obvious is the prolonged discussion about Terry Schiavo and the meddlesomeness of government interference in such a personal matter. We all had our own strikingly similar opinions of "what if it was us, or our spouse" (enough, already) and agreed that the majority of people would probably agree with us. But this has got to be one of those cases where a majority consensus on any statement simply doesn't mean shit. There are no acceptable blanket conclusions here. This is a terribly private matter that has been forced out into the public circus - it doesn't matter whether or not it was unintentional - to be gawked at and fought over. No one can be at peace with any outcome after this is over.
Have you heard enough about that yet? Apologies - this case is everywhere and absolutely everyone has an opinion. Which is good. People need to know where they stand. But for god's sake, write it down, get it witnessed and tell the people who are going to be making the decisions if and when you're in that state; the internet isn't going to be the one at your bedside.
Our second discussion revolved around another school shooting, - this one, just across the border. Disturbingly close, but so sensationalized that it became almost unreal. It's a little mind numbing, really. There's just not much to say. It has to be beyond horrific for the kids, the parents and anyone who was near the place and no one's ever going to really know exactly every little detail that went on before hand and every little factor that may have contributed. That makes it a little more difficult to come up with any solutions.
Lastly, there was a local incident of the wrong patient being moved for transport to the morgue - needless to say, the patient was still quite alive. Just sleeping very deeply. Yeah, breathing can be a bitch to detect.
So, that was my pretty intense coffee break this morning. As you can tell, despite the remainder of the day and a much needed relaxing chiropractic adjustment, I'm still wound up about all this. And so this is my much needed subsequent rant. I had planned to blog about something else this evening, but I guess I just had to get this out there.
Here's to a long hot shower and a good night's sleep under a waxing moon, blissfully devoid of any mind whirling dreams.
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