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The Guatemalan morning was particularly warm and humid. The air smelled thick. We peeled back our patient's eye patch in the Clinica Ezell's post-operative room and wiped away the ointment.
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The Guatemalan morning was particularly warm and humid. The air smelled thick. We peeled back our patient's eye patch in the Clinica Ezell's post-operative room and wiped away the ointment.
Your Google calendar sends you an email reminding you it's time to run to the pharmacy and pick up your birth control pills. You head to the pharmacy before it closes, pull out your parents' insurance card and walk away with some peace of mind. If you've watched TV or even glanced at the Internet in the past three weeks, however, you've noticed that monthly errand has been thrust into our country's moral coliseum.
When the nasty looking guy behind you in your morning lecture sneezes violently, what keeps you from coming down with the same cold? The immune system, you may reflexively answer in quick fashion, fights off infection. Well sure, but how does your body grab on to invading particles and start its immune response?
It's the start of the school year, and you're inundated with email. After each class, your iPhone seems to take on new weight, straining under the heft of 20 plus new emails which demand your attention. Your buddy laments, "Man, this is ridiculous! I wish we could go back to the days before email. Life must have been much simpler then."
It's a late Thursday night. You're dominating a beer pong tournament on the back porch. It's down to the final cup. The other team sinks the last shot, and you're left swallowing the sour taste of defeat as well as that last cup of even more putrid Natty Lite.
It's a really late night and you're playing poker - Texas Hold'em, in fact. A guy across the table goes all-in before you even see your cards. You take a look and you've got nothing special. You fold because every rational bone in your body tells you it's just too much money to throw down way too early on just one of many hands.
What if I told you a brand new pill had just been released that perfectly burns calories for you, is proven 100 percent safe and permits you to eat whatever you want in whatever portion you desire? This magical little pill - let's call it the Slender Pill - has no absolutely no side effects, will cost about $300 per year and will literally allow you to eat three Thanksgiving Day meals per day while still maintaining your gym-chiseled physique - only without all that sweating at the gym.
If you have turned on the news or flipped through a newspaper during the past couple of weeks, you undoubtedly are aware that a federal judge blocked President Obama's 2009 executive order to allow federal funding for embryonic stem cell research. As is typical in media coverage, complex issues were quickly boiled down to two choices of opinion, both of which were argued vociferously in print and videobyte. Medical researchers argue that embryonic stem cells' flexibility to differentiate into every cell type in the body is vital to develop promising cures for degenerative conditions such as Parkinson's disease. Many groups, however, oppose any procedure that would destroy cells that could, if allowed to develop naturally, become healthy infants. With an election cycle looming, the arguments on both sides have increased rapidly in volume.
Driving south toward Charlottesville on US-29, you might notice a big green sign on the right. I always do, and it kills me every time.
You're driving down Route 29 Sunday night after a fun-filled weekend in Washington, D.C. Thick spring air gushes through your open windows like a rushing mountain stream. Over the last hill in your rearview mirror, a sporty set of distinctively blueish headlights crests and closes in on you. Does this guy have his brights on? You move your head out of any blinding mirror reflection. A moment later, the sporty roadster zips by, then turns on the brights much to your surprise. You are still seeing streaky afterimages as the speedster flies off. This effect is normal and safe, right? Think again.
The entire Greensboro Coliseum takes a collective breath in anticipation. Mustapha Farrakhan has just launched a three-ball, hoping to pull Virginia within two points of the favored Duke squad. An upset is brewing. Momentum is shifting.