Witt's End

 I'm writing this while I sit at 3,999 views on this blog. That seems insane. I'll be crossing 4,000 when I post this. The fact people actually read anything I write is astounding to me. Especially at the volume that's occurred over the last couple years.  I think the only thing I can say is thank you. Thank you all.  And I'm going to post a few links to those posts I'm proud of that got a bit overlooked.  Once again. Thank you all.  https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2021/08/how-hard-it-is-for-those-who-love-us.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2022/07/opinions-can-be-reason.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2022/07/experience.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2022/04/loving-unabashedly.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2022/04/its-way-my-mind-works.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2022/03/how-much-is-me-how-much-is-insert.html https://wittcase.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-mind-mouth-and-pen.html

This one is going to be a little shorter. It's just been something that I've really been stewing over.  I don't want to rile things up too much but I'm really really struggling with something.  Given recent legislation in Florida about what's appropriate to teach children about sexuality I've been thinking and wracking my brain. To those who support that legislation and similar endeavors I have some questions.  What is an acceptable amount of representation? How much of a same sex relationship is okay for children to view and at what age?  I've seen some posts of people discussing various popular media recently, about the danger (at worst) or impropriety (at best) in their eyes of watching depictions of bisexual, gay, and lesbian relationships in media. One of the ones I saw was a breakdown of the recent season of Willow.  It concerns me. Some of the people in my kid's lives that I've appreciated a lot are members of the LGBTQIA+ community. We've

  Being wealthy and healthy enables you to serve better. That's a pretty straightforward idea. A statement that's fairly indisputable. But it often leads to a more dangerous sentiment. One that leads to this thought. Being healthy and wealthy means you're blessed. If you’re not what’s wrong.  This causes all kinds of problems. It causes the trap of the prosperity gospel.  The idea that wealth is connected to righteousness leads to the idea that wealth is a sign of righteousness. That's the logical follow on.  We begin to see prosperity in health, fitness, family, home, occupation, wealth all as signs of righteousness.  But we all know that's not true, and that it's problematic but it happens. And it bleeds across out interactions.  It leads to various issues, various troubling thoughts like. Thinking that your mental health is tied to sin. Not seeking professional help by trying to tough it out or repent your way through it.  Struggling with people telling you t

Sometimes I hate being right.  You work in medicine long enough you get a little pessimistic about outcomes. It just comes with the territory.  You start to see signs and patterns. You begin to know the probabilities.  The more pieces of the puzzle you get the more you can predict the outcomes. Professionally it's needed. It's an asset. You can be a couple steps ahead. You can anticipate what supplies and resources you need. You can run scenarios and skills through your head. The team comes together. And you do your job.  It's part of the detachment that carries you through, day to day. Regardless of outcome.  It works great.  Until. Someone you care about get's sick. Then you hate what you know. You hate the way you see the patterns. You hate where your mind races off too. You do the opposite. You try to sit. Stop time. Until you know enough to have hope again.  You race through the stages of grief in hours. You can't burden the person in the bed with what you know