Pulse Diagnostics
Perhaps the EKG of my bulldog. TCPM wouldn't have a clue what was going on.
Save the Whales, Blind the Children
The Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead depicts a scene in which a bowl of golden rice is weighed against the feather of truth.
Bird is the Word
Something H5N1 this way comes. Perhaps.
Tongue
TCPM Tongue diagnosis. Garbage in, garbage out.
Skeptics in the Pub. Cholera. Epilogue
I felt remarkably well when I awoke despite the previous night’s beer. I was a little thirsty, and my mouth felt like I brushed my teeth with a toilet brush. I took a long shower and took my time getting ready for work. I bought a scone and tea on my way to the trolley and picked up a newspaper. For the...
Skeptics in the Pub. Cholera. Chapter 15 minus 1
For those more observant than a semi-senile old man, I cut and pasted the wrong text this morning. Now updated. Good thing I am retired.
Skeptics in the Pub. Cholera. Chapter 13
Saturday. Just another workday when the Cholera is flowing. I woke early, at 6 a.m., and went to the office before anyone else. On the way, I went to the grocer’s and bought some supplies. I started, as usual, in the cubby room, and I was happy to see that as of yesterday that cases of the Cholera were staying down: there were...
Skeptics in the Pub. Cholera. Chapter 12b
I did not bother going back to the office but decided to wander over the sisters to see if they had anything new from their research. I took a trolley to Southeast and hopped off early. It was a beautiful summer day, and it would do me good to walk. It was a pretty neighborhood with many trees and well-kept gardens. I...
Best Hospital Eye Roll
Science: Figuring things out is better than making things up. A tee shirt I recently saw. Except… In a recent post Mayo Clinic Promotes Reiki, Steve seemed surprised that the Mayo was offering Reiki. I don’t know. Maybe he was channeling Louie. I know the Mayo is a top hospital, but I trained in Minneapolis at Hennepin County and we would have...
Skeptics in the Pub. Cholera. Chapter 12a
I slept like a rock, no dreams that I could remember, and upon awakening, the ball of anxiety that had been my constant companion was gone. I tried to get it back by thinking of all the unpleasant things that might happen in the next few days. Nothing. I felt good. Acceptance is the final stage of dying, so I must, at...