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Showing posts with label death spiral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death spiral. Show all posts

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Skinny Repeal and GOP Moderates: Compromising or Compromised?


Miracle Girl: Skinny Repeal and GOP Moderates: Compromising or Compromised?
Many GOP moderates have osteoporosis of the spine. Will they cave to Mitch McConnell...yet again?
If Skinny Repeal passes, it will be the healthcare of the American people skinned.
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Pottery Barn Rule: You Break the Healthcare System, You Bought It


Miracle Girl: Pottery Barn Rule: You Break the Healthcare System, You Bought It
Forgetting the Pottery Barn Rule, the president has vowed to smash Obamacare. While Trump will buy the blame, the American people who will pay the price.
Sorry, Donald, the phrase doesn't go, "The buck stops with Dem."
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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Trumpcare Fail Aftermath: 50 Ways to Lead to a Death Spiral


Miracle Girl: Trumpcare Fail Aftermath: 50 Ways to Lead to a Death Spiral

The CBO found that Obamacare ISN'T in a death spiral. But there are countless ways Donald Trump could set one in motion. Indeed, for the poor, a simple stroke of a pen could cause an all too real death spiral.
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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.