Waiting Room

Sitting in the waiting area of the neighborhood clinic. Laid low by a nasty cough and a related witch’s brew of seasonal ailments…just as I was congratulating myself on my hardiness this sick season.

Fatima’s having her happy meal next to me. Our recent fast food forensics have revealed a couple of reassuring facts with profound lifestyle implications. Apparently BK gets its meat from a pukka supplier in KSA, while McDonalds get theirs from Malaysia, also reputed for their strict standards. Popeyes is still dodgy and most of the neighborhood shawarma joints are out, as they use Sadia, with a Brazilian provenance and pretty discomfiting stories about their shady short cuts.

Still blowing hot and cold over the CBT course. It’s quite appealing both personally and professionally, but not sure I’ll have the time to do justice to it over its 26 weeks. Also, I’m always a little wary about subjects in the social sciences, as unlike the natural sciences the former are quite prone to debatable truth claims, with no absolute empirical yardsticks to validate them against. This can result in ideology and value systems masquerading as science.