As I have written about earlier in this blog, in 1980 while serving as a Peace Corps volunteer in Mali, West Africa, I suffered a blow to my rear end during a motorcycle accident.  This wound abscessed, then developed into a fistula-in-anal* which threatened my life....

Twice in life I have been told by a medical facility where I sought urgent medical assistance that it was "only for migrants" (read illegal immigrants).  These are the two instances that I remember:

1.  Scottsdale, Arizona.  In 1995 when I was teaching sociology as adju...

The capital of Mali, West Africa is Bamako*.  In 1980 it was built of mud-brick buildings, some of which were faced with cheap crumbling concrete.  There were some sewers running along streets in better neighborhoods, they were open drainage ditches of unspeakable filt...

When I first moved into my very small mudbrick house with a wattle and mud roof, and a packed mud floor that the US Peace Corps had rented for me in my assigned village of thirty some identical very small mudbrick houses, the first wife of the village chief shyly stopp...

While I was at Mayo Clinic* in Rochester, Illinois in 1981, I had to wait several weeks between my operations five and six to restore function that I had lost in a moped accident while in United States Peace Corps service in Mali, West Africa.  One day I felt a little...

Every single speck of life dies, and most of us deeply regret our passing in pain, fear, and confusion.  So why is there still no cure for Old?  One would think that a cure for Old would be the top priority in medical research, but no, we all carry on under the delusio...

Pain in my shoulders is impairing my ability to dress.  Every time I reach around myself or lift my arms, I have piercing pain following by a deep sustained ache.  For the umpteenth time I have sought medical help.  They are quite good at imaging, but can they ever HEL...

I tried to think a pleasant thought to orient myself into a good mental state for the long drive to and from Chicago today for my late father's loss of leg due to nursing home neglect lawsuit.  I fell two days ago, carrying my laundry from the dryer to the closet and m...

My second full-time job in life was as a nurse’s aide at Eitel Hospital in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  Frankly, it was a horrible job.  I took the job at the beginning of the harsh 1969 Minnesota winter, and I had to ride the bus to work, so I was quite cold when I got th...