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Homo Alarmus
I have had alarm fatigue for quite some time now – years probably. It’s something that kind of sneaks up on you from behind. Silently. Like a shadow in the moonlight, you’re not aware you have it until someone points it out. Tells you that it is interfering with seeing things already obscure. It is difficult…
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Ad-monishments
I have a confession to make -and I almost feel like it should be done behind a curtain in a soft, contrite whisper to someone who promises not to tell… It’s not something of which I am particularly proud, nor is it something that might not resolve itself over time -I honestly hope it does- but for…
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Affairs of State?
What is it about les affaires d’amour that seem to capture our interest? Wave for our attention? I am reassured by the activity in the world’s blogs -not to mention its press- that I was not alone in noticing the recent fuss around the alleged affair of the president of France. Adam Gopnik’s piece in the BBC…
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The Wandering Womb
The science that brought you heart transplants, kidney transplants, and even lung transplants, is at it again -with a vengeance. Well, maybe I shouldn’t word it that strongly -I’m sure the folks that thought this one up assumed they were doing some good. And maybe they are… I mean, Science is good, right? I’ve always believed that…
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The Night of the Undead -Condom, that is… (female condom, I mean)
They’re back! Well, sort of… My somewhat sketchy memories of them -professional, you understand- are that they resembled the plastic bags you get at a supermarket… not female condoms (FC1s). They didn’t look at all like condoms! In fact, I still remember the jokes about needing Walmart greeters on entry and theft alarms on exit -this from the women themselves. No one seemed particularly…
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A Newborn Baby’s First for the New Year.
I feel a little like Edward Snowden here but it has to come out sometime. Someone will blow the whistle eventually… There is no first baby of the New year! I know each hospital in every city competes for the honour. And then, at least in Canada, there are the provincial competitions, and even national winners… But it’s…
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An Obstetrical Christmas
Christmas means different things to different people: stories surface, myths revive and the more hopeful among us find solace in the often blatant messages of charity and benevolence they radiate. I’m not sure why this time of year tugs so much on the heartstrings, but it does. We expect it; we await it; we demand it……
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A night on call
I got a thank you card the other day; someone had put it in my mailbox at the hospital. I suppose it was nothing special, but it touched me: a name I didn’t recognize, an enclosed picture of a beautiful baby, and hand-written with unforgettable penmanship a heartfelt thanks that I had helped the couple in their moment of joy and unexpected…
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Nature versus Princess Nurture
I’ve often wondered how much of a role acculturation plays in modelling who we are. Am I a gynaecologist because my mother restricted my prairie play-things to a rather effeminate teddy bear named Girl and a doctor’s bag that probably wasn’t? Or did I choose to play with them -as opposed to, say, waving tree…
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