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25 January 2005

welcome to the afterfuture


i'm on neurology service. we had a patient recovering from encephalitis on the floor today. young kid, early 20s. one of the things we do is see if they know who they are, where they are, etc.. it's called determining if they're oriented (not oriental).

do you know your name?
"__________" *confidential
where are you right now?
"the hospital."
what city are you in?
"madison."
what's today's date?
"january.. something."
good enough. what year is it?
"oh-five."
who's the president?
(pause)
"george fuckin' bush."

right about then would have been a perfect moment for a very non-politically correct (but politics-ally correct) comment about wanting to go back to sleep for a long, long, time.

true story.


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