Obama-rama

Whew. What a week. It's like the bowels of diabetes hell hath opened up and spewed all its contents right into my diabetes clinic. And consult service too.

Now, before starting this blog, I vowed not to talk about work for multiple reasons:

1. Who wants to talk about work, anyway
2. Doctors always just talk about work
3. It is way more fun to talk about Maddie
4. Maybe I'm being monitored by some crazy HIPPA lawyer and I want no notices of privacy violations
5. www.dooce.com - every heard of getting "dooced"?

So I won't say more than I'm exhausted.
Our healthcare system stinks.
I saw way too many patients. Many didn't have medications. Many of them were very sick and needy.

But a bright spot this week was Obama's speech on race. I have previously professed my love of Obama. And not just because he's from Hawaii, or because he went to Punahou, or because he's from a multicultural background, but because he profoundly inspires me. He is a politician that acknowledges the complexities of our world's problems and isn't afraid to speak about them and to try to find solutions that incorporates everyone, unifies everyone. It may be naive, but I find him refreshing. I hope that he gets elected and that he electrifies and unifies our entire country and lifts us out of the marsh that we have been bogged in for the past eight years.

Keep your fingers crossed. Maybe he'll even fix healthcare. But that may be too much to ask, even of Obama.