Sunday, May 17, 2009

Who's Gonna Live, What's Gonna Die

From The American Heritage Dictionary:

tri·age (trē-äzh', trē'äzh')
1. A process for sorting injured people into groups based on their need for or likely benefit from immediate medical treatment. Triage is used in hospital emergency rooms, on battlefields, and at disaster sites when limited medical resources must be allocated.

2. A system used to allocate a scarce commodity, such as food, only to those capable of deriving the greatest benefit from it.

3. A process in which things are ranked in terms of importance or priority: "For millions of Americans, each week becomes a stressful triage between work and home that leaves them feeling guilty, exhausted and angry" (Jill Smolowe).

TRIAGE currently defines my life. Particularly #3. Minus the angry part. I came out of the womb happy. It drives my husband insane. He loves me anyway (even tho I'm so stinkin' happy all the time!)

Of course, if it's dinner time, the best definition would be #2. Betty's dead again and the organization thing ain't goin' too well either.

Three weeks of school left. Three weeks of triage.

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