Patient Colleen S. Burns was reportedly admitted into St. Joseph’s emergency department in 2009 after overdosing.... doctors thought she had underwent “cardiac death.” After doctors consulted with the family, they agreed to withdraw life support and donate her organs. What actually happened was that Burns was in a deep coma from her overdose, and did not have irreversible brain damage. ... Doctors did not pay attention to a nurse’s notes which stated that Burns was not brain dead and in fact was getting better. A nurse performing a routine reflex test had discovered that Burns’ toes had curled downward after the bottom of her foot was touched. Even when she was being prepped outside the operating room for organ harvesting, her nostrils flared, and she could breathe independently from the respirator. She was also moving her lips and tongue. But, it was only when Burns was actually in the operating room and had opened her eyes that doctors called off the procedure. There was no review at all until the Health Department made a surprise visit. That resulted in a one-page document that said the mistake was made because of “perception differences.”Perception differences. Jesus. Is that a new disability? "Differently perceptioned" means you aren't paying any fucking attention? Here's what made me pay fucking attention:
Kuss added that her daughter was so depressed that the incident did not “make any difference to her.” She [successfully] committed suicide in January 2011.Well, you can be sure it did make a difference. Depressed people understand ACCURATELY that nobody cares if they are alive or dead, but very few depressed people get such a complete and definitive proof of the fact. The way out of depression is not suicide. The way out is, first of all, basic physical stuff like unplugging the TV and getting exercise. TV is explicitly designed to make you feel helpless and low-status, so you'll seek salvation in Our Product or Our Politician. And it's very hard to think bad thoughts when you're walking. Second, cultivate gratitude. Good sleep? Yay! Good dump? Yay! Good walk? Yay! Warm sun? Yay! Cold morning gives relief from warm sun? Yay! Saw a pretty girl and she didn't run desperately through traffic to avoid you? Yay! She did run through traffic to avoid you and got squashed by an SUV? Yay, bitch! (If that sounds nasty, consult Old King Dave's Guide To Gratitude. Example and Example. Or the Magnificat.) Third, you have to grab onto the FACT that nobody cares. No point in maintaining illusions. If you are not impressive or attractive, nobody wants you alive. It's a fact. After grabbing the fact, you have to adjust your life so the fact doesn't confront you at every turn. Transform the humiliation into productive rage. Create something positive that will prove your existence to the universe, even if it still doesn't impress any fucking idiot humans. Or! You could channel humiliation into destruction. Let's see how that works. Consider the 9/11 Saudi boys. Their goal was to impress the US and Saudi governments so dramatically that US and Saudi would mend their evil ways, stop consorting with Israel, and turn toward God. Well, what happened? TSA. Homeland Security. Total surveillance. More pointless wars defending Israel's interests. Kim Kardashian. "Gay" "marriage". Family Guy. Michael Mann. The 2008 Goldman Coup. ....... Hmm. Not quite the desired result, eh? And now the 'mastermind' KSM is stuck in prison where his life finally matters to someone. His life matters to ACLU, i.e. Satan Senior, and to CIA, i.e. Satan Junior. But there's a consolation prize: KSM finally got a chance to use his engineering skills for something positive. He designed a new vacuum cleaner, but the plans are classified by CIA. Neither confirm nor deny. See why it's better to create something positive in the first place? When you increase order and beauty, you've improved the universe in a tiny way. You haven't motivated evil people to create TSA and Homeland Security and Goldman Coups and Family Guy.
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