I’ve been really behind lately so I’m just going to catch up by writing this “free-blog” post first. Today was a horrible day. I got sick and for the life of me could not stay and go to the classes. So I left and went to the hospital instead pushing my way through the doors marked “Emergency”. Signed myself in, had myself checked by the nurse, filled out some paper work and started to wait. I waited and waited but since I’m a patient person (especially when I’m sick since I just don’t care about the world) it didn’t bother me. I know that hospital staff has it hard and I wouldn’t want to be the one to make their life any harder because I personally hate difficult people. So after waiting for over an hour the good doctor came out, called “Julia?” and led me to a room where she got right to asking me questions and examining what the hell was wrong with me. After she concluded whatever she concluded she informed me that the nurse would be right in and I would be hooked to an IV machine and all would be swell from there. So I’m thinking “Yay.” my suffering will soon be over. However, before it was I got to wait some more. I read some philosophy, played some games on my phone and finally the nurse came in, put a needle in me and left me there saying “I’ll see ya in a sec.” I don’t know what her definition of a “sec” is but it sure as hell is not the same as mine. I waited and waited and waited. It was crazy that day with a trauma patient and several arguments breaking out because other people were waiting too; but I was patient because again I felt bad. So I waited in that room for a total of five hours finding things to take up my time with but it’s kind of hard…actually it was impossible. My head started to hurt because I was so hungry but yet this IV machine would not come. By this time I have healed my own self, was freezing, and was praying to the good Lord to send me home. The Lord sends my father along and he being an impatient man that is not shy asks to see the doctor. The doctor comes and is shocked to see that nothing has been done to me. Of course, the nurse had forgotten about me completely. I wasn’t mad because I understood there were others there in much more critical cases but I did feel kinda hurt since me and the nurse had a nice, funny conversation and I trusted that she would take care of me. Bioethics much? When does the hospital system become impersonal? My doctor said “I can’t let you leave till you feel better because I’m your doctor it’s my job.” Shouldn’t every doctor have this mind-set? But I guess it is harder when you have so many patients during the day, but is it really OK to forget about one patient because another one is more ill or should we, as patients, all be treated equally in a system such as this one? Anyway moral of the story, speak up and remind people you’re there because being forgotten really sucks and can cost you A LOT of time. 🙂

Oh my glob. I have not gotten over my anxiety of writing. I’m still afraid of writing. The thesis statement is still not coming to mind. But I now understand the role of deception in the book. A line from an all time low song that I connected to the book was “you’re not a hero. You’re a liar.” It’s from the song “Heroes” from all time low’s album Dirty work. Rebecca Skloot is not a hero. She used certain words in her story telling to make it seem like she was one. She also made it seem like she was the only one to care about Henrietta as a person and made it seem like the doctors only cared about her cells.
The page requirements for this paper has made me really afraid. I have never written any paper this long before. I have no idea how I’m going to keep writing for 5-7 pages. I’m also afraid because my last paper was not great. But that’s just how I write. I don’t know how to analyze. I feel like I’m analyzing but it just ends up being summary. And then I feel like my paper has no focus and I’m just all over the place. I’m just so concerned with writing. I never liked it. I was never good at it. I wish I had a way with words like some people do. Like when people write in such clever ways I’m just like, “why can’t I think like you.” Uugghh. My life.

So here i am once again anxious, nervous and stressed before completing my first draft. I always tend to find myself brainstorming a million thoughts and ideas relating to the book and the topic but of course when its time to tie them all together and transcribe them on paper..my mind hits the wall and im in brain coma. Once professor Kauffman chose my topic as one of the options i thought phew “this is gonna be a breeze cuz duh i thought of it” errrr wrong! with my mind running in so many different directions i might just end up writing about all three topics.

However, lately i do feel like i see the light of hope and decided to somehow merge topic #1 and #3…fingers crossed. Hopefully we once again have the one on one conferences with the professor since it actually did help me in terms of organizing my thoughts and correcting my reckless unsupported claims. With the reference of a fairly interesting book along with my opinion on the topics, i feel that this essay at some point will be better than the previous one and will more clearly justify my claims for the topics

Due to the incredible wall of frustration I was faced with when writing the first paper I immediately began to dread the second. After receiving the prompts for the second paper though and brainstorming a bit about it already I can say the dark cloud above my head is clearing up! All I’ve achieved so far is a tangled mess of my thoughts while we frantically wrote down everything that came to mind during class. Just this small edge is all I need though to approach this paper full throttle.

I think most of my troubles with the first paper was the fact that I was too close to it, it was too personal a subject for me to easy write about for a school assignment. My mind is much more focused going into this paper and that relieves a lot of the stress of writing it. Now all I have to do is sift through that furst burst of ideas and opinions and zero in on exactly what I want to write about.

Well it’s finally happened! “It” being me finally remembering to post a blog for today. As it stands now, the first half of my task has been accomplished. The second half would be to actually think of an interesting topic to post and relate it to bioethics. I suppose it can’t be too difficult because if you really think about, anything can be related to bioethics in some way. Take this blog site for instance, there are obvious benefits for students to have such a resource at their disposal as they can freely share their thoughts with others or help each other when someone is in need of an outside source’s opinion on a subject. However, doesn’t that also appear to be a drawback? I might just be over thinking things but doesn’t having the ability to get the opinions of others on a topic diminsh one’s individuality? It’s an odd thought but just bare with me. The last time my class discussed their blog posts, there were some who admitted to checking the posts of others before starting their own to get a sense of what to talk about. Hell, I admit that I’m guilty for doing that before starting this very post before realizing that it’s a “freeblog” or something (I lost my syllabus). Anyway, I think individuality is very important and something everyone should have but being the social creatures that we naturally are, thinking and acting for oneself would seem to go against our nature but I believe that we, as humans, are a very compotent species that are capable of going against our nature. Now I feel like I’m rambling so I guess I’ll finish this post with a quote. Oscar Wilde once said “A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.”

Anyone who watched the latest presidential debate could sense the bloodlust in the room. Throughout the entire debate Obama and Romney where at each others throats. I think that the behavior between the two presidential candidates was ridiculously unprofessional, you’d expect that kinda behavior in second grade, not the white house. I believe that there should be at least some kind of mutual respect between the candidates.

What do you guys think?

Do you like meat?

Being a man who loves meat I have a desire to know everything it. I took pride in the fact that i knew where my meat came from, how it was processed, and finally how the meat was prepared. These steps seem simple but to me each of these steps are works of art in itself. I have personal connections with each of these steps becuase of multiple hunting experiences. Experiences like these teaches you the true cost of being a carnivore.

With multiple trips around the US to hunt multiple species of animals I still remember the first trip I ever had. On that trip it became blantly obvious that being a carnivore comes at a cost. You dont realize the meat you eat comes from a live animal until you have to be the one who kills it. The animals eyes before you process it is one that strikes you to the core, an expression of hopelessness. Dont get me wrong I am not saying dont eat meat because killing animals for meat is wrong, I am saying \=be greatful for the sacrafice that the animal.

Living in this city, my spending has gotten out of control. I live on 13th street Sunday through Thursday. This has me spending money everyday. I have to buy food and all that good stuff. I also have a shopping problem which doesn’t help me at all. I always feel like I need something to complete my collection of things. In reality I don’t need anything but my heart is telling me to go shopping.
My parents trusted me enough to give me a credit card. This was a huge mistake on their part. As I said, I have a shopping problem. This started when I worked at Abercrombie and being surrounded by clothes every day. I needed all of the new things that we got in the store. But that was okay because I used my own money to get it. But now that I quit my job at Abercrombie, I don’t have any money to use to buy all the things that I want. But the shopping problem is still here. So now I have this nifty plastic thing in my wallet that lets you just swipe it and you can get whatever you want! I don’t pay this bill so I have no idea what the cost of things are. But this card just makes it so easy to get anything your little heart desires.
This acquisition of a credit card has ruined my life. But not really. It’s basically ruining my parents wallets. I don’t buy expensive items with the card but I do buy a lot of inexpensive items. And these really are adding up fast.
I need a reality check with this card. I have seen the bill for this card but I don’t get it. You buy all this stuff with it and then when you get the bill, you only have to pay such a little amount back. How does even work out? The total costs from the card was hundreds of dollars but you only have to pay as little as 25 back. That made no sense to me. Credit cards really confuse me.

As we all know the elections are coming up soon and for most of us it’ll be our first time voting. I think its disappointing that most of us have this “I don’t care” mentality. I think its our job to stay informed about each candidate and make a decision about who we should vote for. It is our future that’s at stake.

Personally I don’t know who I’m going to vote for and I think politics are annoying. But at the same time I realized how big a role in politics on the economy as well, and since most of us our looking to go into business we should definitely stay involved.