Posted in Palestinians, Personal Notes on Nov 16th, 2011
The reporters gathered with their cameras, microphones and note pads. Pencils poised, fingers ready they waited breathlessly for them moment when Israel would demonstrate yet again how evil and despicable it really was.
And…
Nothing happened.
Palestinians TRIED to show how they were discriminated against. The reporters TRIED to show how Palestinians are discriminated against. They all gave it their best shot, and…
Ooops.
(Don’t you hate it when that happens?)
For 15 years, I’ve ridden buses all over Israel, and in and out of the West Bank. I have never seen a Palestinian denied entry, or denied a place to sit. I’ve never seen a Palestinian given any less respect than an Israeli.
The reporters gathered with their cameras, microphones and note pads. Pencils poised, fingers ready they waited breathlessly for them moment when Israel would demonstrate yet again how evil and despicable it really was.
And…
Nothing happened.
Palestinians TRIED to show how they were discriminated against. The reporters TRIED to show how Palestinians are discriminated against. They all gave it their best shot, and…
Ooops.
(Don’t you hate it when that happens?)
For 15 years, I’ve ridden buses all over Israel, and in and out of the West Bank. I have never seen a Palestinian denied entry, or denied a place to sit. I’ve never seen a Palestinian given any less respect than an Israeli.
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Posted in Personal Notes on Nov 12th, 2011
Whew. I’m glad that’s (mostly) over.
I’m home.
That is SUCH a great sentence. Let me say it again.
I’m home.
Wow. That’s good.
Nine days in the hospital was interesting, but it’s not something that I’d want to make a habit of. The fact that it took me to the ripe old age of 44 before I was admitted for a stay in a hospital… well, that’s a pretty good run, so I feel fortunate.
Whew. I’m glad that’s (mostly) over.
I’m home.
That is SUCH a great sentence. Let me say it again.
I’m home.
Wow. That’s good.
Nine days in the hospital was interesting, but it’s not something that I’d want to make a habit of. The fact that it took me to the ripe old age of 44 before I was admitted for a stay in a hospital… well, that’s a pretty good run, so I feel fortunate.
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Posted in Personal Notes on Nov 11th, 2011
Lord willing, this is my last night in Ward 15 of the Tri-Service General Hospital in Taipei.
Oh, please, Please PLEASE may it be my last night. PLEASE. I know that I’m being dramatic, and I guess that it probably has been a traumatic experience, in much the same way that a two-star hotel experience is traumatic.
WHAT there’s no WIFI in our rooms?
YOU CALL THIS ROOM SERVICE?!
I can hear the other guy snoring!
Tile floors? I have a room with T-I-L-E floors?!?!
And, a SHARED bathroom!? With no complimentary shampoo and conditioner?
Lord willing, this is my last night in Ward 15 of the Tri-Service General Hospital in Taipei.
Oh, please, Please PLEASE may it be my last night. PLEASE. I know that I’m being dramatic, and I guess that it probably has been a traumatic experience, in much the same way that a two-star hotel experience is traumatic.
WHAT there’s no WIFI in our rooms?
YOU CALL THIS ROOM SERVICE?!
I can hear the other guy snoring!
Tile floors? I have a room with T-I-L-E floors?!?!
And, a SHARED bathroom!? With no complimentary shampoo and conditioner?
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Posted in Personal Notes on Nov 10th, 2011
Let me get the most important information out of the way. Yes, my hemorrhoids are fine. I knew that you really, really needed to know that. (The suspense was killing you, right?)
So, this is Day Seven. Day seven of a week long hospital visit in which I started out from my apartment thinking that I might need a different cream, or even a few antibiotic tablets for this (admittedly ugly) infected mosquito bite.
If you would have told me, last Thursday, that they would send me straight to a hospital room, incarcerate me for seven days and stick gigantic needles into me…
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Read the full post (545 words, 19 images, estimated 2:11 mins reading time)Let me get the most important information out of the way. Yes, my hemorrhoids are fine. I knew that you really, really needed to know that. (The suspense was killing you, right?)
So, this is Day Seven. Day seven of a week long hospital visit in which I started out from my apartment thinking that I might need a different cream, or even a few antibiotic tablets for this (admittedly ugly) infected mosquito bite.
If you would have told me, last Thursday, that they would send me straight to a hospital room, incarcerate me for seven days and stick gigantic needles into me…
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If You Would Have Told Me LAST Thursday…
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Posted in Personal Notes on Nov 9th, 2011
I can’t believe it. It’s a Conspiracy!
They’re going to make me stay here for another THREE DAYS! THREE MORE DAYS IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!
ARGH!!
Earlier in the day, I was given a bit of rather ominous sounding information. My admitting doctor was coming specifically to talk to me. You don’t get that kind of treatment unless you’ve got cancer, or something.
Well, it turns out that what I have is in the ‘or something’ category. The lab results for the biopsy came back, and it looks like I’ve got…
(drum roll please)
Hench-Schonlein Purpura, or HSP!
I can’t believe it. It’s a Conspiracy!
They’re going to make me stay here for another THREE DAYS! THREE MORE DAYS IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!
ARGH!!
Earlier in the day, I was given a bit of rather ominous sounding information. My admitting doctor was coming specifically to talk to me. You don’t get that kind of treatment unless you’ve got cancer, or something.
Well, it turns out that what I have is in the ‘or something’ category. The lab results for the biopsy came back, and it looks like I’ve got…
(drum roll please)
Hench-Schonlein Purpura, or HSP!
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