reading Paul Kalanithi's When Breath Becomes Air, a piece of high octane award bait about being a talented neurosurgeon and ~philosopher of mortality~ then finding out you're going to die young of cancer, and there's this passage in it that is just bugging the shit out of me
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he describes an ER patient arriving as he's eating an ice cream sandwich for lunch. he stashes the ice cream sandwich behind a computer in the trauma bay, where there is "sweltering heat". more than half an hour later, he suddenly remembers the sandwich
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he retrieves it, "resuscitates" it by putting it in the freezer for 30 minutes, after which it's fine and "tasty". he picks chocolate chips from it out of his teeth. it's like somebody who'd only ever seen ice cream sandwiches on television wanted to write an anecdote about one
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like, anybody who has ever eaten any ice cream based food knows that after thirty-plus minutes in a hot room, you don't have a slightly wilted ice cream sandwich; if you're lucky enough not to have destroyed an expensive medical computer, you have a bag of goo
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Replying to @chaosprime
I uh, there is a brand that doesn't melt. I think this has happened to me. Or,,, having stroke unsure
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