Ode to Rosie the Robot. . .
If I am getting a coronary stent I WANT to stay in the hospital overnight. If something goes wrong at 2 in the morning I don’t want to call 911, I want to push the button for the nurse! Maybe there is only a 1 in 1000 chance of something going wrong. I don’t care!! Yay! for the 999 people who have no problems but if I’m that 1000th person I want to be IN a hospital. I did a little research and by little, I looked at two articles because I am not writing a research paper people. The New York Times had one of the two articles I read. It was by Anahad O’connor and it stated, “. . . in rare circumstances it [a stent] can cause tears in blood vessel walls, major bleeding and other problems.” This is a rare circumstance sure, but if this rare circumstance happens to me I WANT TO BE IN A HOSPITAL!
Then after I saw that billboard. . .
(Side note) They put it on a billboard? Really? Shouldn’t medical information come from a doctor? What has this world come to? Bless it.
. . .I was thinking, “No. . .no. no. no. and then I saw this: And my “nos” started all over.
To prove that it’s virtually scarless they must show a woman with her skirt being ripped off by some kind of unnaturally strong wind.
Again, I did some minimal research. It looks like there is a solid case for robotic gallbladder surgery so I guess I’m not saying don’t do it. I AM saying my first instinct is to think, “If we have not learned how to make a robot do simple household chores, how can they perform surgery on the inside of my body? There are things in there I NEED to live”
When did we skip the Jetsons’ Rosie the Robot vacuuming and go straight to them performing surgery? I would feel a lot better about “robotic” surgery if I knew said robot could also wash dishes. If it dropped a dish. . . “Nope. . . next!”
Oh Rosie . . . how I miss what could have been.