While the world stares blankly at the U.S. arguments about national “universal” healthcare, I delve into the healthcare provided to one person: my father.

I observe and listen.

I take the advice of medical pros like Dr. Little and delve more deeply into the mixture of medications poured down my father’s throat on the advice and scripts of his doctors.

Drugs like pyridostigmine, prednisone, and paroxetine given all at once.

What if the medications are causing side effects that doctors are treating as symptoms, prescribing more medication to treat the symptomlike side effects that causes more side effects which look like new symptoms, etc.?  A vitreous cycle, wouldn’t you say?

You see where I’m going with, don’t you?

For the sake of keeping this civil, let’s call it “human nature.”

What is that phrase I tend to forget in moments like this…?

To err on the side of caution is good human medicine, to forgive Divine for bad acting is unnatural?

Something like that.

More like to wade Kendrick Creek during one’s spring break is fun, to build a bridge on Gibson Mill Road in summerlike heat is exhausting.

I just hope we can get Dad back before it’s too late.

If any of him is still there…sigh…kinda like USA soccer/futbol, here the next moment, gone in an Olympian tie the next…