The Real Patch Adams

A lecture or two ago, my prof for Health Psychology showed us clips of Patch Adams. Your memory will probably bring up a face of Robin Williams in a clown outfit or the vague impression of a movie from the 90s. Aside from the fact that this is pretty close to the truth of who the real Patch Adams is, my curiosity led me to search for a deeper image of who this silly magic man really was. So I hit Google. I’m amazed at what I found. Here is the lecture that has had me hooked on why I need to help others for the rest of my life. Be a sponge, this stuff is potent.

Isn’t it funny?

Isn’t it funny? When I am well I spend all day keeping tabs on my favourite blogs and their RSS feeds. I literally go through my Firefox bookmark toolbar and see what new videos J Smooth pumps out on pop culture, or learn something knew about art at aphotostudent. I’ll browse Paulo Coehlo’s bank of literary gold or I’ll check out John Campbell’s latest webcomic. At the end of the day after updating myself on everything new for a good chunk of daylight, I repeat the list.

But that all changed this week. I got sick with an intestinal virus that was terribly immobilizing. I was home. I was in pain. I was always within walking distance of the toilet. And for some reason, I never once touched the computer. This was my perfect opportunity to get my fix of blogs, internet, and everything I can’t keep up with and have a real life. I didn’t work. I didn’t study. I didn’t leave the house except for doctor visits and a blood test.

The one time I’d really love to do what I do best (procrastinate), I don’t. Instead, I watch TV.