Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," hoping you are healthy and wealthy and wise today! With accent on the healthy.
I've come to the Vo-Tech to substitute today, and my assignment was the nursing care class. I can't help myself. I always have to look at the books on the teacher's desk. Not while I'm trying to maintain classroom decorum, of course, but at odd moments when all the students are working on something.
How did I forget what class I was in and open a nursing care textbook? Every ailment known to the human condition is carefully pictured ... nay, photographed. Oh my. How fragile we are!
Makes me wonder. What kind of Intelligent Designer made us? We should have body armor built in. Limbs that self-correct after an injury. Heck, crabs have those, and what do they do? Scuttle around the bottom of bays. Do they pray to a Designer? I don't think so. Then why do their claws grow back if they lose them?
And while we're on Intelligent Design, I've always wondered why we have sex with the same organs we use to go to the bathroom. That's one of the first things I'd change about mammals. But don't ask me how. I'm no Designer, Intelligent or otherwise. I get queasy when I see photos in nursing manuals.