Archive - Jun 2008

For whatever reason moo knew is not allowing me to update posts without publishing them many, many times, so I shall start a new one, eh, my devoted Cake Eater readers, and avoid the hassle. The biopsy went fine. I was very nervous until I actually got to the hospital, at which point I calmed down. I don't know why, but the point you'd think I'd be getting even more nervous is actually when I calm down. It happens this way every time. I don't know why, but I suspect it has something to do with "action" and not just sitting around, stewing in my own juices.have your cake and read more too!

Well, my devoted Cake Eater readers, I have yet another scintillating episode of the lymphocele that would not quit for you. I'm under the gun here this morning, so I don't have time to go a searchin' in the archives for the relevant posts to refresh your memories. You can go looking for yourself. When we last left the story, about two months ago, we'd drained it, then drained it again and sclerosed it with alcohol (and had a catheter inserted. yeuuch.), before it got infected and the catheter had to be pulled.have your cake and read more too!

I'm a little late with this, but yesterday the FT published an analysis piece that delved a little more deeply into the subject covered this post:the joys of socialized medicine and cancer treatment.

{...}The ethical issue of whether patients seeking some private treatment should be excluded from the NHS is only part of a much broader global debate on the rising cost of medicines.have your cake and read more too!

Go here and read the article. Seriously. Clicket on the link, because according to AP's new $2.50 per word charge for bloggers who excerpt their stories, I can't quote it here. Don't be lazy.have your cake and read more too!

Aw, man. Two quotes that seem appropriate. From Braindroppings SUPER-CELEB KICKS THE BUCKET

I dread the deaths of certain super-celebrities. Not because I care about them, but because of all the shit I have to endure on television when one of them dies. All those tributes and retrospectives. And the bigger the personality, the worse it is.have your cake and read more too!

You know, I don't ask for much from my blogging system, except for it to, you know, work. For the past twenty-four hours, the main page of the Cake Eater has been down. I would apologize for this, but as it's not my freakin' fault, I don't see why I should have to. Those of you who access this site via RSS feed, are able to see the content, as are those who would access one particular post via Google, but the main page? Nope.have your cake and read more too!

Maybe it's a good thing I can't have kids if it gets me out of being invited to parties like this one.

{...}Women cradling glasses gather on sofas surrounding a coffee table that holds bowls of chips and M&Ms and books with titles such as "This is My Planet." Welcome to an EcoMom Alliance party, the earnest 21st century descendant of the Tupperware party. The EcoMoms are a fast-growing organization of mostly stay-at-home mothers who are tackling such issues as pollution and sustainability in their communities.have your cake and read more too!

Before I have to get in the shower and rush off to the hospital to do my good deeds for the day... It appears that the Saudis have finally learned that they're playing a significant part in killing the goose that lays the golden eggs and are opening the spigots. And your random question of the day: Lennon or McCartney?have your cake and read more too!

...is what I said to myself when I saw the headline that reported "Tim Russert Dies of Apparent Heart Attack." Sadly, it doesn't seem to be a mistake. My deepest and heartfelt condolences to his family. Rest in peace, Tim. You were a decent fellow, and you (and your white board) will be missed.

It turns out I was a little slow on the uptake about the Tornado v. Boy Scout Camp story that broke on Wednesday night. The husband pointed it out to me, I clicked and read, said, "how awful," whilst trying to drag the location of the place out of the back of my brain. I lived in Iowa for six years. I lived next door to Iowa for eighteen more. Iowa, in relative terms, is a small state. You learn where everyone's from when you meet people at school, and you peg their general geographic location on a virtual map in your brain, for future reference.have your cake and read more too!