OK, the debate last night.

Fine. I watched the debate. I’m not apolitical. Just a few comments here about it though.

First, I thought McCain and Romney were going to throw down. That was obvious. Paul was ticked because it didn’t seem like anyone was there to hear him, even though he did get some applause. In California thats scary enough. I do recall, though, that Huckabee was the only one who came out of the thing un-tarred. There was plenty of mud slinging going on but he didn’t do it as far as I could tell other than lobbing a governors-make-better-presidents bomb out in the middle of the mess that was already there. But out of all the candidates, he was the only one who wasn’t tagged at least once.

I also liked Huckabee’s thing about life and abortion, etc.

My favorite part was when Anderson Cooper interrupted Romney’s ‘I was a great governor’ speech with “So are you running for Governor or President?” Good question to ask considering.

She gets it but do we?

This article by Dr. Mohler and some of the other links in it sort of fit right along with my writing and thinking this week.

POC3

So we’re suspended in this moment in time, remember? The punch of the clock, the hum of the machines, the ever present smell of blood and chemicals overlaid with the scent of methanol from the slide stainer and the odd whiff of perfume or cigarette mouth…. The banging of trays from other phlebs coming in from other parts of the hospital and their chatter as they logged in their specimens and the hustle and bustle of the lab ceased for that moment. I looked from the lab slip to the basin as I removed the cover. I couldn’t really comprehend what I was looking at.

It was a sample, my brain said but something else told me it was a baby. My heart was banging in my chest, I know that. There was a gasp behind me, and then another. Tears from some of the younger mothers in the group with babies of their own were evident. It was five months or so and perfectly formed. Fingers and toes in place, eyebrows, eyelashes—it looked to be sleeping peacefully but I knew better. I picked up the clip board and logged it in as I was supposed to do. The lead technician flipped the cover back on and asked me about it. ‘They didn’t know why the mother had lost the baby.’ I said, ‘they said it happens.’ You see, I knew what was in the basin as I brought it back to the lab, but I was USED to that sort of thing. I was a professional as were we all. ‘I’ll call the Pathologist,’ said the tech in charge ‘he’s going to want to examine it soon.’

‘POC’ was written on the ticket. ‘POC?’ I asked. ‘Product of Conception’ she said and took it to the Pathology lab. Apparently Five months was in the fuzzy area whereby the parent could bury ‘it’ as a lost child or it could go into the specimen cooler with the rest of the POC’s.

‘It’s a baby,’ I said, but the noise had started again and there was work to do.