Wednesday, June 23, 2010

eye sight.

Yesterday I met the medical director for the remote medical company that dealt with the Horizon rig explosion in April. His name was Michael, he wore gold chains and spoke softly. He had broken blood vessels in his nose, smelled like old spice after shave. His iPhone was broken and for obvious reasons needed it fixed right away. I was looking at his phone and noticed the phone number for the horizon rig in his contacts and asked him about it. I guess he works as a telemedicine director or remote MD. When the deep water horizon rig exploded on April 20th the doctors in his practice and all of his nurses responded immediately in Harahan, Louisiana. He showed me pictures of the staples in the workers heads. He did say that although the blast immediately killed 11 men that were working close to the drill column no one who survived had any major injuries. He said softly that these men were never lost at sea, they had died instantly in the blast. Michael and his company were hired byTransocean and continue to work on many of the rigs still in operation. He tried to stress to me what a good company Transocean was. He told me that the medical care, including psychological was above and beyond what he sees from the other companies that hire him. I honestly said nothing while he was talking. It reminded me that above all of the politics and the bullshit that people died that day, in the dark in the middle of the ocean. But there was no doubt his mind that there were some shady practices from BP.

I guess I am having one of those days when the world feels like its ending. I want the war to be over, I want the spill to be capped, I want the levees rebuilt, I want malaria to go away, I want to stop child and animal abuse.

While Matt and I were driving to New Orleans, he asked me "do you ever feel like the end of the world is close?" What an amazing conversation starter eh? My first response was, people have been thinking the world is going to end forever, and yet it never has. We talked about population growth, GMOs, climate change and the role of the government.

It's weird to live in a place where the end could be potentially near. But as my dad would say " I am just being chicken little and the sky is falling!" But the sky could fall here. Today my air conditioning is out and to most people who live here than means, get a hotel room or stay somewhere else. If you can imagine New Orleans without electricity you get: pretty much the end of the world. This has been proved many times, namely by Katrina. Dead animals, rotted refrigerators, mildewed houses, gang activity, complete loss of infrastructure, disease, violence and, the massive loss of human life. And all of this can happen in the United States. Oh, yes. And the oil spill doesn't help at all. But alas, life must go on. But to live in a place where pure anarchy is possible!

I had another dream, where I saw the back of you in a cornfield. and it was flooding.

Song of the day: "Canvas" Imogen Heap

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