Friday, May 20, 2011
Fundamentals of Life
Ingestion, procreation and evacuation are the triad of the fundamentals of life. Everything else is ornamentation in the interest of serving these fundamentals. If you wish to discuss life and you stick to the ornamentation you will miss the main. To fail to embrace the fundamentals fully is to deny the humanness of your vessel. Those of us in the practice of surgery, anatomy and physiology are of necessity engaged in the constant contact with the human vessel and it's fundamentals. Whether the Paramoecium or the Homo sapiens, we are either a one celled tube that ingests,evacuates and conjugates, or a complex multicellular collection of bundled tubing that does the same thing. When you spend your day with a finger in the bowel or the urethra or bladder, the vas deferens or the vagina, the tubing and the side kicks that serve the conduits are travelled daily. If your finger is in the aorta or the portal vein or the carotid or common duct, all these tubes are there to serve to support the fundamentals. The brain is the largest sex organ available and the greatest forager and you will know that if you fail to evacuate for some time, all concentration on other matters flees, and it becomes the most important thing in the world! Great art, music, philosophy: love, compassion, and indwelling spirit: Science of particles, universe and earth, all of these are evolved from this bundle of tubes we call our vessel, but it is easy to forget that without the fundamentals, we are nothing!
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The reverse is being prepared for a colonoscopy the day prior as all time revolves on how fast can you run or will I ever be able to leave my throne. Then we have the copious amount of water that must be drunk but at scheduled times so now we have action on both outlets, not withstanding the constant demands of 'are you finished yet' as another person needs the washroom.
ReplyDeleteThankfully as the children have left and the house does have two washrooms, one can be alone in constant thinking of how much stuff remains in ones inner tubes.
Finally that restful sleep but the Surgeon God's have deemed you must be at the hospital before the sun rises for the scheduled procedure a few hous later.
So, final moment on throne and stuff still coming out, what gives here?
Get to hospital and sweet young thing puts a drip in your arm so another litre can go into you this time but at our age within two hours it will come out and as always one trots holding that blue sheet to their throne just prior to the procedure.
Now the surgeon, as she prepares to insert that tube tells you that you are the main actor on the TV that moment while you hope she will be gentle.
lol /Rob