I once had a prolonged conversation with several coworkers about what the best illness to get is. I argued on behalf of Strep Throat. It’s non-debilitating, has obvious outward symptoms, can be diagnosed with scientific proof, is treatable, and no sane employer wants you anywhere near their other employees until it has cleared up.
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I once had a prolonged conversation with several coworkers about what the best illness to get is. I argued on behalf of Strep Throat. It’s non-debilitating, has obvious outward symptoms, can be diagnosed with scientific proof, is treatable, and no sane employer wants you anywhere near their other employees until it has cleared up.
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I feel bad for my doctor. Really, for doctors in general. We all focus on the fact that many of them make really good money, but we don’t think much about what they do to earn that money. I’m not even talking about the pressure, which has to be unbelievably intense.
It can feel silly to try to tell a doctor how your symptoms feel, but the doctor has to listen to your vague, idiosyncratic descriptions and try to figure out what “it feels like my brain is vibrating” means. Nobody likes giving a urine or fecal sample, but would you really rather receive the sample? And don’t get me started on the prostate exam. Guys act like it’s this terrible experience that the doctors force on them, but they don’t think about the fact that the doctor doesn’t enjoy the prostate exams either. I promise you, if it didn’t actually have the potential to save your life, the doctor would probably avoid doing them at all cost. And yes, there are times when the problem you bring to the doctor is humiliating for you to discuss, but the doctor has to listen to you discuss it, then probably ask to see it, or if they’re particularly unlucky, palpate it.
Doctors earn their money.
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I feel bad for my doctor. Really, for doctors in general. We all focus on the fact that many of them make really good money, but we don’t think much about what they do to earn that money. I’m not even talking about the pressure, which has to be unbelievably intense.
It can feel silly to try to tell a doctor how your symptoms feel, but the doctor has to listen to your vague, idiosyncratic descriptions and try to figure out what “it feels like my brain is vibrating” means. Nobody likes giving a urine or fecal sample, but would you really rather receive the sample? And don’t get me started on the prostate exam. Guys act like it’s this terrible experience that the doctors force on them, but they don’t think about the fact that the doctor doesn’t enjoy the prostate exams either. I promise you, if it didn’t actually have the potential to save your life, the doctor would probably avoid doing them at all cost. And yes, there are times when the problem you bring to the doctor is humiliating for you to discuss, but the doctor has to listen to you discuss it, then probably ask to see it, or if they’re particularly unlucky, palpate it.
Doctors earn their money.
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My best friend through pretty much all of my school years was a guy named Chip. One day, when we were high school seniors, I think, he says to me, “Did I ever tell you the story of Mesmer?”
I said, “No.”
He said, “There was this guy who invented hypnotism. His name was Mesmer. He called it Mesmerism.”
We sat in silence for a moment, then we laughed at how pointless the story was, and how badly he’d told it. (To his credit, he laughed at himself harder than I laughed at him.)
As terrible as the story was, of all the stories I’ve ever been told, it’s the one I’ve retold the most.
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My best friend through pretty much all of my school years was a guy named Chip. One day, when we were high school seniors, I think, he says to me, “Did I ever tell you the story of Mesmer?”
I said, “No.”
He said, “There was this guy who invented hypnotism. His name was Mesmer. He called it Mesmerism.”
We sat in silence for a moment, then we laughed at how pointless the story was, and how badly he’d told it. (To his credit, he laughed at himself harder than I laughed at him.)
As terrible as the story was, of all the stories I’ve ever been told, it’s the one I’ve retold the most.
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I’m pretty happy with this comic. I like the joke in the first panel. I got references to both Total Recall and Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome in there. Really though, the entire comic was written around the last panel. It was 2006 in Seattle. All of the strollers had tires like a monster truck, which wouldn’t have bothered me if the strollers were self-propelled instead of being push powered.
Hmm. A self-propelled stroller that the parent rides behind on a little wheeled platform. If it doesn’t already exist, it will within 5 years.
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I’m pretty happy with this comic. I like the joke in the first panel. I got references to both Total Recall and Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome in there. Really though, the entire comic was written around the last panel. It was 2006 in Seattle. All of the strollers had tires like a monster truck, which wouldn’t have bothered me if the strollers were self-propelled instead of being push powered.
Hmm. A self-propelled stroller that the parent rides behind on a little wheeled platform. If it doesn’t already exist, it will within 5 years.
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Reading this comic, it may occur to you that it reads as if it should be a comic about Rick, even though Rick doesn’t appear in it. You might even be wondering why it isn’t a comic about Rick. The answer is that the comic isn’t about Rick because it is about “Ric.” The real person, Ric, upon whom the character Rick is based, was in the throes of his third divorce. While I was perfectly happy to write a comic about his problems, I didn’t have the nerve to actually use images of him in that comic.
It is a weakness I eventually overcame.
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Reading this comic, it may occur to you that it reads as if it should be a comic about Rick, even though Rick doesn’t appear in it. You might even be wondering why it isn’t a comic about Rick. The answer is that the comic isn’t about Rick because it is about “Ric.” The real person, Ric, upon whom the character Rick is based, was in the throes of his third divorce. While I was perfectly happy to write a comic about his problems, I didn’t have the nerve to actually use images of him in that comic.
It is a weakness I eventually overcame.
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