Happy doctors' day!

Today is National Doctors’ day!
Isn't just great?
Maybe today we will have less medicolegal lawsuits, for a change.
Maybe one day, doctors will be less taken for granted.

Limaza? pourquoi? why? por que?

It kind of struck me today.
why did I start this blog?
Is it really about me, my inner self getting exposed, dissected? Is it about how I feel about certain issues? about my experiences in life? memories? Is it simply a chat room? an elegant way to waste my time? A different kind of MSN messenger? A way for me to reach out? To communicate? (a recurrent theme in my life).
what makes things even worse is that so many times, the comments are not even related to what was initially posted.

Blogs are being misused I guess. Am I being OCD about this? misplaced perfectionism?

It is like an orgy, msn style.

Ultimately, I want it to be like a search engine. Yes, like google! It should be a search. It should help me find myself, or better discover myself.

bigger is better

The 2 most selling drugs in the US are Zocor and Lipitor. Basically, lipid lowering agents.
We are talking about billions of dollars per year. Does that make any sense?


Self destructive vicious cycle of feeding ourselves with high cholesterol diets, with a sip of carbonated flavored drinks to help us digest.

Not far down the list is Advair, used for chain smokers. No further comments needed.

Sahtein

Meddle

People watch TV.
I watch my radio.
(Meddle, pink floyd, 1971)

Eclipse ( a piece for the assorted lunatics)

Time: March 24, 1973.
Place: Abbey Road studios, London.
Supernatural characters: Waters, Gilmour, Wright, Mason.
The coming together of some of the best musicians on earth.
This day, 33 years ago, witnessed the birth of Dark Side of the Moon.
All written by one man, Roger Waters.
A story about humans, us and them, lunatics running after money, bearing down from the burden of time.
A concept album about Life that literally transcended time. Like a bible, it is true no matter where and when.

el general needs some Haldol

I never thought I will be saying this, ever.
He made decisions that no one ever dared to think about. He fought the Syrians, alone, at a time when everybody was spending more time in Damascus than Beirut.
But I guess, becoming president, is making him mad. And that is even worse, because of what he represents. If you were to tell me that Jumblat made 180 degrees (again), I wouldn't be surprised. But Aoun used to represent freedom, consistency and the Lebanese spirit. He used to have thousands of people sleeping in Baabda to protect him. He had the ultimate: he had a human shield, people ready to die for him. Now what? He has a website, a radio and very soon a TV station.

Tueni and Kassir didn't die because of Harriri, Jumblat, Aoun or March 14.
They were killed because such people had a vision for Lebanon. They were pure, devoid from any political aspirations. They died because they represent the future, a hope for a free Lebanon.

I actually still cant believe they are dead.

What started as a comment on Aoun ended up being about Kassir and Tueni. I guess, their death, their loss ( actually our loss) bears more weight than the stupid mundane discussions that are happening nowadays.

It is just unacceptable that people who are from the past are discussing our future.

Wiggle your toes

We would come in every morning and ask the same question.
"wiggle your toes, Mr.really-sick-patient-who-is-going-to-die-at-any-second, wiggle your toes for us".
..and we would be happy if he does, feeling that we might have accomplished something.

Playing god, is what we are doing every day.

We decide on how much oxygen they require, we restrict how much fluids they drink, we choose a low salt, low fat, diabetic diet. Basically, they can hardly have anything to eat, drink or breath. Worse, we think they are unstable, so we make sure they don't get out of bed. We call it bed rest.

It is so ironic. Elderly are not better than children. We make sure they can ambulate, swallow and are taking multivitamins.

Mr.really-sick-patient-who-is-going-to-die-at-any-second one day will end up with a tube down his throat to help him breath, another one through his stomach to feed him (literally feed him) and a third one up his bladder to help him pee.
At least, he is alive? at least, his family is happy?

Truman Capote-Capital punishment-True Man

It is very easy to kill someone.
It only takes a gun and a moment of anger, of despair or lost.

But is Capital punishment the answer to more violence that we face every day?
Are we treating the root of the problem?
Are less people killing because they fear the lethal injection?

The answer is simply NO.

Who are we to decide on taking someone's life? We are protecting ourselves behind rules and regulations which we have created. Laws that make us feel powerful and maybe safe. We shouldnt follow our instincts. Killing is not answer, more violence is not the answer.
Capital punishment is not human. Despair is human, starvation is human, greed is human.

Ironic

It is very ironic that in a world where communication methods are booming, we feel more and more lonely, and more and more in need to communicate. And feel secure.

Abuse

We live in a world of ABUSE.
We abuse what is allowed and what is not allowed.
We abuse consciously. We abuse because we are driven blindly.
We abuse to forget. We abuse to escape, to build our own illusions.

I need my coffee in the morning to wake up.
I need my cigarette when my anger and frustration kick in.

Maybe what i need and what i abuse are 2 extremes on the same spectrum.

We think that by having more options, we are free to choose.
I think that we are more and more entangled, day by day, in networks which we cant break from.
Are We really free to choose or to decide