Radiation Vacation, Snakes, Cigars and Morality

Get out my eye teardrop; I gotta see my way around.

If anyone knows who sang that, I’ll give you some sort of reward. I have been starting these posts with a lyric from whatever song is playing on my ITunes while I write.

Yeah, I’m posting on Tuesday because I have the day off and I’m bored of reading, scheduling rotations and paying bills. I wish I had my radiation vacation (or radi-holiday) when Dave was in town, I could have done a lot more. Anyhoo, sorry for any inconvenience. There really shouldn’t be any though.

So I looked up what snakes mean in dreams. First of all, recurring dreams apparently are a sign of unresolved issues and snakes, particularly when they bite you, are a sign of resolution or moving on. Really? That seems about right and if this is the case, which it isn’t, my unresolved issues should have some resolution and maybe everything will be coming up Milhouse, which it won’t be.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, Sigmund Freud.

I was watching The Fugitive on Sunday and one of the story lines in the plot concerns a new drug called, Provasic, or the RDU-90 protocol, and whether or not it is hepatotoxic (toxic to the liver). As Richard Kimble, a vascular surgeon stated, “[This drug] will clean out those arteries boys, and put us out of business.” The Fugitive was released in 1993 and shortly thereafter a new class of drugs “statins” were approved, which coincidently lowered cholesterol, i.e., “cleaned out those arteries”, and also were known to elevate liver enzymes and cause some form of hepatotoxicity. I wonder if there were any real life vascular surgeons that actually had their wife murdered in order for atorvastatin (Lipitor) to be released and the hepatotoxic adverse reactions concealed? Probably not.

Son of a banji Banek! Run the right hole!

I had an interesting run yesterday. A man from a black pick-up truck yelled, “Go back to China.” I yelled, “Fuck you, you fucking douche.” Then I thought, “I’ve never been to China. That’s a weird thing to say.” Then one of those military helicopters looked like it was flying right at me. It was really low and had two blades, like the one Dusty used to fly in GI Joe. I thought it might shoot at me. It didn’t. I guess my run really wasn’t all that interesting.

If I ran the same distance I ran yesterday in a straight line from my apartment I would be 4.5 miles into Canada. I only live 2.45 miles from the Canadian border. I didn’t really know that. Also, if I had run in a straight line from my place I would have run across water, which only one other person I have heard of has been able to do that.

Some biologist from Harvard has proposed a theory that explains morality is an evolutionary trait and one’s decision making in right vs. wrong is done quickly via the subconscious. Then afterward a rationalization is made about why one chose that decision. This seems to combine strict scientific thought, evolution and DNA, with a more spiritual entity, the soul and the subconscious. Are scientists allowed to do that?