Went out with the team for latest game of ECMO musical chairs. It’s like regular musical chairs except:
- there are like 20 people playing but only 6 chairs.
- if you don’t get a chair, you die.
- if you get a chair you have a 50% chance of living (in a sense).
Or vaccinate.
PEOPLE: May we have a living wage, please?
BILLIONAIRE: You want me to inspire you by going to SPACE?
PEOPLE: Um, no, just enough money to buy normal things and live somewhere kind of ok, please.
BILLIONAIRES: Space it is!
Me: Calls to refill birth control on day 21 of 28 day pack because I’m going on vacation. Told I need a prior auth from insurance company to refill before day 25.
Also me: Walks into a gun store because I’m having a bad day and walks out with a gun 10 min later.
I will never go back to a public yoga class. I’ve gotten used to yelling “fuck!” every ten minutes doing it at home. It’s now an important part of my practice.
How did it take me this long to find the perfect analogy to explain the need for anticoagulation in Afib to my fellow Southerners?!
Me: “Blood is the consistency of gravy. If you stop stirring your roux evenly—“
Pt: “It clumps!”
Me: “Here’s your gravy thinner.”