Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Miracle Girl: The Pixel is Mightier Than the Debate
The press reaction will create the reality for tonight's debate for years to come. My prediction: If Trump doesn't piss himself, he'll be declared the winner of tonight's debate.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
|Creepy conception of the Holy Trinity in a 15th century illuminated manuscrpt.|
In this satire, a 4th century Christian defends an emerging doctrine that has all of the taste of multiple gods, without the guilt of paganism.
It's three great gods in one!
Friday, September 16, 2016
Miracle Girl: God Help Me…or Not
Do theists really believe I need God's help to heal my broken shoulder? Isn't that what the special sling is for?
|Waiting to be examined in Urgent Care in the simple cloth sling the Getty first aid people put on.|
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Miracle Girl: Case Studies in Overconfidence: Hillary Clinton and Me
By odd coincidence, both Hillary Clinton and I stumbled on Sunday. While illness was the immediate trigger in each case, the underlying disease was overconfidence.
Monday, September 12, 2016
|Back in a wheelchair, temporarily, as I waited for paramedics in the first aid station of the Getty Center after the fall.|
Yes, it does hurt like shit.
- In July of 2013, I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died. When I awoke from the coma, I could barely lift my head. It has been a hard road to recovery. The doctors advised my loved ones to give up all hope for my full recovery, but while they were shining lights in my eyes to gauge my level of consciousness, I was telling them grumpily to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep...in my coma-dream. I was experiencing covert cognition, and the coma-dream was my version of a near-death experience. I'm a skeptic, so I saw surreal images instead of spirits or dead loved ones. According to my research, as many as one in five people with consciousness disorders have covert cognition.
Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine
In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.
I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.
But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.