Can we talk about it out loud?

So I am sitting here at home in Katy with my favoritest new high school freshman sister Doha (who at this very moment is contemplating making a blueberry pie vs. tart....every time I talk to her she goes pie or tart? I can't get her off the subject. I am not complaining :)) and she was asking me why I don't blog as often anymore.

Some of you know that recently Baylor has come down with the heavy gavel (is that a word?) on the subject of blogs. Supposedly they are a legal risk per risk management. IE let's say I blog on call and say I am tired. And let's say I were to make a mistake in pt care. Then some weirdo lawyer could theoretically say 'haha...isn't it true you were tired when you made the decision to whatever whatever? isn't it true you are sometimes uncertain about your decisions with patient care?'

I am not angry about this at all.

So I am telling Doha this and she goes, oh, is that part of the Hippocratic oath too? Then I had to explain the difference to her between HIPPA (legal confidentiality for doctors) and the Hippocratic oath (which now come to think of it do they share letters on purpose?)

and she says in a low voice 'are we alowed to talk about it out loud?'

She was serious. Great stuff!!
and an inspiration to blog..
:)
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Saying goodbye...

Ok, dear readers (if I haven't lost you yet :) allow me to become a bit maudlin. Perhaps it is the rain, the position of the moon, but I sit here rather unexpectedly long in reflection about finishing HP7. No spoilers, don't worry.

There is something about saying goodbye to book characters. It has been a long time since an imaginary world had gripped me so tightly. I remember other series where I began in my mind to live side by side with characters, and ending them, too, also involved a period of mourning. But as I get older and adultness becomes stronger, this experience becomes rarer and rarer. Rarely now does a book draw me in with childish faith in fantasy. Add to that the bittersweet overlay of adult emotions, and I wonder how long it will be (if ever?) that I can go back to that kind of place.

Now I didn't really expect to be that affected by finishing HP7. I knew I hated to come to the end of things, but still. At first HP was a thing of entertainment, witty repartee, amusing side notes, and of course, a fight against evil. It was an escape into a fantasy world. But then as it ends, and evil became more prominent, it became both fantasy and real life all at once. And when books do that, they have an impact beyond the story line. And the characters go from being 2D images, but instead, in some way, to being real people.

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for other HP readers, how are you coping? :)