Memo on Your Beluga-Sapien

6 01 2010

Once again, I’ve been humbled. I don’t mean in the intellectual sort of way, as most of us students are used to (thank you, Dr. Wilson).  I mean in athletics, in the swimming pool at my gym.

Last week I woke up early to go swim some laps, and had just finished with my 500 yard warm-up when a pale, middle-aged, heavyset gentleman was looking for a swim lane to join. Unfortunately for him all the swim lanes were full, and no one seemed to want him to join.

I felt bad for the lane orphan — he had his white swim cap on, a large build covered in thick body hair, and a big round belly reminiscent of a pregnant woman in her second trimester. His small black Speedo was a stark contrast to his pasty abdomen. He looked like the kid in gym class who had been picked last, and the team who was left with him saw him as more of a burden than a contributor.

Feeling altruistic, perhaps just a smidge haughty, I invited him to share my lane. He gladly accepted, and pluckily plopped into my part of the pool as I began my main set of laps: fifteen 50-yard lengths on a one minute time interval, which for me is an intense fifteen minutes.
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Memo on Your Playtime

17 12 2009

I miss elementary school. Not because of the endlessly joyful routine of chasing girls around the schoolyard, but because of the one thing that many of us seemed to have lost somewhere along the way since then.

I miss elementary school because of playtime.

Right now, I live across the street from a park with a school right next to it. Rain or shine, boy or girl, socialite or outcast, those kids go completely nuts whenever they’re let loose in the big grassy field with the two adjoining asphalt basketball courts and the intersecting row of oak trees in between. It’s a complete circus during recess and is absolutely “the greatest show on earth” whenever I need a break from studying. 

Kids scatter the park yelping, squealing, and screaming themselves into a boisterous frenzy of kicking soccer balls, playing tag, and wrecking havoc on the tranquility that once occupied Plumas Park.

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Healthcare Reform is a Marathon, Not a Sprint

15 11 2009

In light of the legislation being debated on Capitol Hill, I am of the belief that healthcare reform is like a marathon, and too many Americans are making it out to be a 1600 meter dash.

About three years ago I ran my first marathon in Las Vegas, and I’ll be honest, it sucked. I trained completely wrong, my nutrition was not where it needed to be, and my legs were about to fall off around mile 21. I bolted out of the start line like a bat out of hell, but 20 miles later I must have looked like a wounded one-legged wallaby hobbling pitifully towards the finish line at the Mandalay Bay.

Yeah, healthcare reform is kind of like that.

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Once Upon a Time in the ER…

9 11 2009

Once upon a time, there was a woman who had been discharged from the ER. She was in the waiting room, shrieking and yelling hysterically on her phone at her significant other. She was so loud security had bolted to the scene immediately to monitor the cacophony that had been resonating all the way down to Radiology.

I was sitting behind the counter in my hospital uniform, listening intently.

He was a drug user. He had no job, no ambitions and, no means to even support himself, let alone enough to provide for this woman, her son, or his addictions.

He had just spent all of their money on his drugs, leaving her with close to nothing to feed her family or to take the bus home from the hospital. She wore a mask of painful urgency on her precociously aged face, the expression of a sick mother anxious to get home to her children. Read the rest of this entry »





Memo on Your Health Insurance Industry

24 10 2009

I’m usually not one to indulge in Schadenfreude. When I feel pleasure in the misfortunes of others I normally suppress such feelings, acquiescing to the pang of shame that normally follows.
One of the exceptions to this is when I go to a UNR basketball game and see a Boise State player get his shot stuffed back down his throat. This is usually followed by a thunder of Wolf Pack fans chanting “you-got-swat-ted” and the subsequent sound of 5 melodious claps. One can’t help but bask gloriously in the shame of his defeat.

Similarly, when I saw the healthcare insurance industry ― in particular America’s Health Insurance Plans (AHIP)― fall flat on their face following their October release of a report performed by PricewaterhouseCoopers (PWC), I was unabashedly beaming with satisfaction. Read the rest of this entry »