Heh. Snagged from Salon, here's a snippet of a Tony Snow op-ed regarding Exeuctive Privilege during the Ken Starr investigations:

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Tony Snow - Op-Ed - Dallas Morning News, March 29, 1998 :

(HEADLINE: "Executive Privilege is a Dodge")

Evidently, Mr. Clinton wants to shield virtually any communications that take place within the White House compound on the theory that all such talk contributes in some way, shape or form to the continuing success and harmony of an administration. Taken to its logical extreme, that position would make it impossible for citizens to hold a chief executive accountable for anything. He would have a constitutional right to cover up.

Chances are that the courts will hurl such a claim out, but it will take time.

One gets the impression that Team Clinton values its survival more than most people want justice and thus will delay without qualm. But as the clock ticks, the public's faith in Mr. Clinton will ebb away for a simple reason: Most of us want no part of a president who is cynical enough to use the majesty of his office to evade the one thing he is sworn to uphold -- the rule of law.

What happens if a President starts this process with the public's faith already having ebbed to almost nothing?

They used to give me compazine as an anti-nausea precaution, but I just can't. It gives me a panic attack and I have to leave the hospital as soon as possible. So I don't even stay around to get enough painkillers.

I can't combat it. It's very disquieting.

When I came out of my first general, after I don't even remember what, I needed to know the time. Then I'd drop out again, wake up, and need to know the time. Since I didn't have a watch and there was no clock in the room, the nurses didn't like me much, since I beeped them every time I came to.

They also ended up binding my hand to a board because I was flailing enough that blood was going *up* the IV.

My last IV dilaudid turned into intra-muscular when the needle slipped out of the vein when they went back for the second 2mg. The nurse didn't notice I was in pain, mostly because I kept staring at the IV site and frowning, muttering "That really hurts. That shouldn't hurt. Ow."

Luckily I don't go to the ER alone, so my friend ran out and got her back in. She shrugged and said "Well, intra-muscular will take longer, but it'll last longer." And that was pretty much it. No way to undo it.

Come to think of it, fentanyl was kind of fun.

Kind of? Darling you'd be a fentanyl junkie if you had access. You lurved it.

SpaceX just had another abort. This time it was after engine start. But the webcast has no audio so I don't know what happened.

Snagged from Salon, here's a snippet of a Tony Snow op-ed regarding Exeuctive Privilege during the Ken Starr investigations:

I really wish more people would pay attention to the incredible hypocracy of this administration and its supporters. 'Cuz there's been a million similar examples.

My dad come out from under anesthesia ...um...ribald. Ribald is polite. Bawdy is also a bit polite. Luckily all the poor folks he's harassing have claimed to think it is hilarious. He does bawdy in select company, but not like this. This is like ALL his filters are off and he's the worst jokester horny pre-teen boy ever. He's said things that make him stutter and avoid eye contact when told about it afterwards.

He also has that reaction to the twilight sleep thing, so they don't do that anymore cause it's hard to operate on a laughing patient.

Opiates (I guess I assume they're all opiates) like percoset always make me itchy, and never make me nauseous. A little dreamy, and no pain at first, and then later incredibly talkative and happy.

I need to stay far away from pain meds, because I like them far too much. I've never met one I wouldn't take again, happily.

Christ, COBRA has fucked me again. Apparently I don't have health insurance. I don't even want to guess at the thousands of dollars of care I've racked up this year.

But I've paid my COBRA premiums. They just haven't told my insurance company. This is an ongoing nightmare. Good thing insurance on the new job starts day 1 (even if I haven't picked a provider yet, yay!) But I'd really like to see my doctors now, when I have free time.

Good god, ita.

The one reaction I had (just once) to NO was that colors changed. Not dreamy like, either. Just SNAP and the red and yellow and purple butterfly I was looking at was blue and green and black. It was disconcerting. There was no other effect, and it never happened again.