today is Nov. 15. the FCC, under chairman Ajit Pai, will not listen to the public despite millions of comments in support of net neutrality. They are going to try their hardest to kill net neutrality, which in turn will kill the internet, which in turn will help eradicate democracy. it won’t just affect Americans, it has the potential to affect the entire internet, something we ALL use daily. you can bet your ass other countries will see america doing this, and use it as an excuse to do it in their own countries.
this is what buying a plan without net neutrality looks like there:
you have to pay MORE for features you’re already guaranteed to have under net neutrality. and in america, you already know how expensive everything is.
democrats AND republicans both want net neutrality. advocacy groups in touch with congress have said that if your members of congress receive calls from you, they are more encouraged and more likely to take action to stop Pai’s plan to gut net neutrality. after Nov. 22, it will be MUCH HARDER to convince your member of congress.
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There was a time when I thought the idea of earning a living by writing was absolutely magical.
I remember when writing (whether here on tumblr, or JeffreyMD.com, or for Medscape) was cathartic. It allowed me to process the raw emotions of the roller coaster that was medical school. It was truly a therapeutic release.
But these days, my writing is mostly done in patient charts in the form of progress notes documenting my patient encounters. I write about how the patient is feeling overall in short fragmented bullets. I write more detailed assessments and plans. And I thoroughly detail tough discussions with patients and/or family members – especially when there is disagreement. These days, the writing I do is forced. It is borne out of the necessity of my job – in order to support my billing and cover my butt.
In the still, quiet moments when my mind begins to wander, I remember thinking about what it would like seeing a novel on display at the local bookstore. I once thought I could prolifically write novel after novel, best-seller after best-seller.
These aspirations, if I may call them that, linger still. Though, these days, the pull is much weaker. I find myself struggling with words. Years of training myself to document precisely and concisely have not served as good practice for the creative word-smithing side of my brain. When I sit down to write something non-medical, I have to fight the urge to write in bullet point. Perhaps that’s just how I think nowadays.
I should continue practicing.
I’ll continue trying to flex that creative side of my brain.
Maybe one day, I’ll smile as I walk into Barnes & Nobles and notice my debut novel on display.
But for now, forgive this verbal vomit and thought diarrhea of mine.
I chose the outfit. I thought it was cool. I thought it was unique. Apparently #msfaithrae was not amused with what I did to her. #baby #parenting #fashionbydad
I make no guarantees that I am being serious. I might be, but most of the time I probably am not.
For my "more" serious side, look elsewhere (preferably at my other blog: JeffreyMD.com).
*Any patient information I write about has been written in a way to protect the patient's privacy according to Federal HIPAA regulations. See here for more on patient privacy.