reduced and recycled

pretty hard to contain an old man when he’s almost back to normal - especially when he wants nothing more to do with nurses who don’t listen to him, the extreme air-conditioning, patronizing doctors and the apparent lack of a news channel on tv. at least, that’s what he tells me (not in so many words). he’s fussy, so it’s his fault. the swelling’s coming down, and the doctors are trying to scare my mother into forcing my dad into operation.

i’m sure doctors sit for some sort of bioethics course while in med school, so i’ll thank them to take their patronizing attitude and stuff it. a misinformed person is not necessarily a person not in the right state of mind; it is your duty as a doctor to inform the patient of the facts, not punctuate your analyses with emotive claptrap. then such a patient must be left to make a rational decision based on considerations which may be quite different than YOUR priorities, you understand?

and no, even if we decide on allowing my father to undergo surgery (something he patently refuses), i’ll not be doing it in your god-forsaken hospital, specialist or otherwise, you prick - not five minutes into examining my dad and your nurses are coming up to me asking me to sign disclaimers and waivers, assuming i’m saying yes to a 20,000.00 operation for my father.

fuck that and fuck your shit. you might think sipping your wine and acting like a bourgeois makes you better than the rest of us, but really, you guys aren’t the inheritors of 5,000 years of human history and heritage.

what’s that i hear? a human life? then i tell you what - you operate and waive the cost. saving human life is the base presupposition, is it not? fucking stupid - don’t you doctors surgeons whatever study logic? and no, he’s not sustained a concussion (you said so), no he’s stopped bleeding (you said so), no, he doesn’t have any internal bleeding (you said so), yes, everything else is working fine (you said so), yes, he’s walking around, yes, he’s undergoing treatment for his heart elsewhere, and yes - i checked, asshole, with another surgeon acutely aware of my dad’s condition - there are alternative treatments to surgery.

and you *know* he might die on the operating table. you *know* the alternative treatment are safer - MUCH SAFER. it just takes longer.

you know what i hate? specialists who jump at the opportunity to operate, carry out test after test after test and who charge you exorbitant rates for 5 minute “visits” they call “consultations”. get a fucking life.

*phew*

now that that’s out of the system, the old man might be coming home on sunday. he misses his CNN, BBC and Al-Jazeera. :)

AND THE BOOKSTORES AREN’T SELLING HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS TOMORROW. FUCK YOU MPH POPULAR AND WHAT NOT!!!!

*phew*

My Cosmic Balance is now back to normal. :)