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Healthcare Coverage: Not Explained

I was recently skewered on FaceBook for mocking a meme in which people all post an identical set of obvious statements that appear to demand universal health coverage. The pitchfork-wielding rabble (mostly my own family) objected to the fact that I decried their mindlessly jumping on a bandwagon rather than expressing a considered opinion, and I decided that if I were to maintain my moral high ground, I had better think hard about what I think about health care. And here it is:

I don't know.

My Advance Medical Directive

Having had a recent brush with death (and by "brush with death" I mean "a semi-serious illness that lasted, surgery included, about a week and a half"), I have once again been reminded of the need for an advance medical directive. I know that it's important that my loved ones know my wishes should I, for any reason, be unable to communicate them. With that in mind, I decided to go one step further and put my AMD here online.

Directive to Physicians

Directive made this 18th day of August in the year 2009.

It's All About Expectations

The Pirate and I just got back from a fabulous day out that included a lovely breakfast, an amazing movie and pistachio ice cream. At this very moment, I am sipping the best gin I've ever had. I shan't tell you the name of it, but it comes in a bottle that looks like it should contain propane.

Virtual Bank Line: The Majestic Sweep of History

Since falling ill, my dreams have been restless and action-packed. I was worried at first that my boss's conjecture, that my creative spark resided in my gallbladder and might therefore have been entirely removed, might prove true. Last night's dream showed that the spark is still alive and well.

Surprise!

Some of you may have heard that I've been out sick. It's true.

On Sunday morning, I woke up at 5:00am with the same projectile vomiting I've had in the past that I thought was food poisoning. This is the third or fourth time in a couple of years that I've had this, and every time, I thought it was something I ate.

Extra Digits

Friday night the Pirate and I took the girls to see the new Harry Potter movie, and I was reminded of something I've noticed before. Michael Gambon, a wonderful actor who plays Dumbledore, has the most freakishly long hands I've ever seen. They're unnaturally long and skinny and always make me think that they've been digitally re-touched, except that there was nothing in the books that mentioned Albus Dumbledore having foot-long fingers.

You and the Federal Bailout

Ever since Monday, when I met a homeless man whose sign said "Tell me off for $1," I've been thinking about him. Whenever I get the sharp side of someone's tongue at work, I always think the same thing: "They don't pay me enough to put up with this kind of crap." I saw this man offering to let people chew him a new one for a single dollar, and it makes me sad that he values himself so little that he believes that his humiliation is only worth a single dollar.

I Want My MOMA

Most of our last day in New York was spent at the MOMA. Our journey there was uneventful - breakfast at the same place as every day (next door to the hostel), train ride up to 82nd St., walk through Central Park and over to MOMA. On the way through the park, I saw a woman with a big, mongrel-y dog whose tail was entirely bald and a little scaly looking. It gave the dog the look of an enormous, deformed rat, and it had a downcast, dejected air about it as though aware of and embarrassed by its situation.

Museums and Churches

Notes from 7/14

While at the United Nations yesterday, we noticed (because we're unusually keen, clever & observant) about 4 million cop cars lining the streets in front of the U.N. Turns out, those cop cars are part of something called a "community response vehicle surge," and the cops do this sort of thing all the time just to remind New Yorkers that yes, they are safe and no, they can't park here.

Our Foreign Correspondents

Notes from 7/13

New York is presumptuous. The tea comes already sweetened to a syrupy degree, the coffee with cream. At breakfast I ordered turkey bacon and got, not 2 or 3 slices as I'm accustomed to receiving back home, but five slices. It's as though they were afraid that nobody else would order bacon that day and wanted to get rid of it all.
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