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New TOMS…#iminlove #oneforone (Taken with Instagram)
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Loved having lunch at an overflowing Chic-Fil-A! (Taken with Instagram)
I arrived at the hospital with my mom. His assistant introduced herself to me. She went in the back and changed into her scrubs then came back out, and dialoged with me about why I was there. I told her I had a passion for medicine, and that I knew for a fact surgery was my calling. She seemed impressed. I went on telling her about my past and upcoming surgeries, about my past dance career, and about how this was likely going to be the most excited experience that has occurred in my life so far. She giggled then signaled me to follow her.
She took me into the employee lounge, and found a pair of scrubs for me. I went into the ladies room, changed my clothes, looked in the mirror, and finally recognized myself. We sat down at a table, waiting for him to arrive. She introduced me to her colleagues, and pointed out the ones who were going to be in the case with us. She explained the case to me as speaking to a child using words such as shoulder and muscle; I responded using words such as acromioclavicular and suprascapular. We then started talking about how osteophytes had developed on the acromion, and how these caused the tendon of the subscapularis to tear in the patient. She asked me if I had taken anatomy before, I declined. She told me that I had done my homework well, and that she does not know another twelve year old who could explain anatomy as I did. I was proud.
He then walked in, and I stood up. We firmly shook hands, and I told him my name. I could not help but smile. He gave me run down on surgery edicate. He told me not be offended by OR staff’s glares at me, because no one trusts me in the OR. He told that no matter what I do, I need to be sure I do not come anywhere near the patient. He told me not to touch anything blue, because blue was the sign for sterile. He told me that when I am in the OR, I should always be facing the table, and when I was walking around my hands needed to be on my body. I told him I understood, and would remember to follow his rules in the OR.
He sat down, and discussed the patient’s history with the anesthesiologist. He then stood up and walked out the door behind me that read “Authorized Persons Only: Hair and Shoes must be covered.”
She asked if I needed to use the restroom, I declined. I sat there waiting for her to finish, while my excited anxiety rose. She walk out of the restroom with items in her hand. I placed on the hair net, and shoe booties she handed me. We walked out the door, down the hall, and into the OR. She went in while I waited outside, talking with him.
He told me that if I start to feel dizzy to sit down and tell the nurse. I ensure him that I am a hard core girl, and I am not grossed out by a little blood. He smiles and adds that he has only had boys faint in the OR, and he was not worried about me. I laugh.
We waltz into the room and I stand in the corner while they prep and drape the unconscious patient. After the patient was prepped and the surgery began, I went around to the opposite end of the OR. I stood by the window in awe of what was occurring right in front of me. I could pictured myself in his position.
As humans, it’s only natural for us to search for explanations in the face of senseless violence. So it’s no surprise that people have floated many weird and offensive theories to explain the tragic shootings late last week at a movie theatre in Colorado, that left 12 people dead and dozens more injured.
But you don’t need to look too far for a “reason” to explain this type of violence. Clearly, anyone who lashes out in such a heinously disproportionate way must have a deeper, underlying psychological problem — one that’s already been defined in the scientific literature. And James Holmes is absolutely no exception.
While it’s still early in the investigation, and with so few clues for us to consider, it’s difficult to know exactly what’s wrong with Holmes from a neurological perspective. His recent court appearance, with his dazed look and shock of dyed red hair, did little to dispel any notions that this man isn’t completely right in his head. And the accounts that he was denied membership at a gun club and that he may have been playing the part of some twisted Batman fantasy don’t do anything to dispel that notion.
So based on so little, aside for his penchant for dishing out an unspeakable amount of suffering, what can we say about Holmes, and any neurological problem that may have driven him to kill?
There are three potential explanations, and possibly a combination of these: James Holmes is either a psychopath, a schizophrenic, or he’s currently experiencing brain damage (either from an injury or a brain tumor). Let’s consider each of these.
Eating chocolate with penut butter!!