dangling modifiers drive me crazy

dangling modifiers drive me crazy

(Source: co-stanza)

One of my patients died.

Not today, not on my watch. On December 28, 2010. He flatlined, and let me tell you for a second that those paddles you see on medical dramas when people flatline and there’s this long beeeeeeeeeeep and then they shock them, that doesn’t happen. Asystole is not a shockable rhythm. Ventricular fibrillation, which is a shockable rhythm, doesn’t look as dramatic on TV. But in real life, you can’t shock asystole. You can just do CPR and acknowledge that your patient is probably dead.

So this patient, over a year before I met him, went into asystole. And he died. Technically.

They put his body on ice for eight days to bring down his body temp, because that decreases the organs’ need for oxygen, something he didn’t have. But he told me this story today, firsthand, that he died and he went to heaven. He told me he didn’t see the Lord, but he heard music he couldn’t describe, and he was in a garden, and all he knew is when he woke up in the hospital with his kids all around him and doctors saying he would be just fine, he says he wasn’t in any pain. But despite the lack of pain, all he wanted to do was go back to where he had been.

He is really healthy. He exercises, which is how I see him, and he grows all sorts of vegetables, I use his green onions all the time. And he weaves these gorgeous baskets. But he told me he doesn’t believe in heaven or God, it’s beyond that. He KNOWS about them. Because he’s seen it. 

backonpointe:

In the same vein (but healthier!) as diet plans that mix up your caloric goals, here’s a 7-day plan that gets harder as it goes along. Start on Day One, follow the plan for a week, then repeat. Yes, it’ll seem ridiculously easy going from Day Seven back to Day One, but this will keep your body challenged and will give you a bit of a break every time you restart. Feel free to make this an eight-day plan and add in a rest day on Day Eight.

  • Peeta:

    hey i just met you

  • Peeta:

    and this is crazy

  • Peeta:

    but i know everything about you but you were the one not paying attention and i watched you walk home every single day since the first day of school when your hair was in two braids instead of one and the teacher asked who knows the valley song and your hand shot straight up and i love you

  • Peeta:

    so call me maybe

Zielschmerz

pada-viya:

n. the exhilarating dread of finally pursuing a lifelong dream, which requires you to put your true abilities out there to be tested on the open savannah, no longer protected inside the terrarium of hopes and delusions that you created in kindergarten and kept sealed as long as you could, only to break in case of emergency.

(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows)

I am under no illusions about my ability to play soccer. It is nonexistent.

But I am also under no illusions about how much I love high school kids. It is a lot.

So sometimes, I go to their soccer practices.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

2 Corinthians 12:9

This is random, but I think crow’s feet are beautiful.

I think they’re only something genuinely happy people have.

Star Wars

  • ME:

    we are in the auditorium watching Star Wars because there’s a bomb threat.

  • DAD:

    which star wars?