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Odd (story challenge 19)
Some people can't hear. Some can't speak. Some need their blood recycled by machines because their own body won't do it. They’re just the most obvious ones. People get by, they cope. The worst part is the doctors, always inventing new names for old problems.
I can’t see. I accept this. The world out there is nothing but a combination of sounds, smells and textures. They tell me I have Ocular Dysfunctional Disorder.
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Comment by: - 2008-01-02 08:47
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Very good original twist on the title, Icy. I look at this more as decrying against the use of politically correct turns for common handicaps / maladies than a complaint against the medical profession. They'll rename these things as better information comes in (as Grae suggests); it's the lay people who stress everything fit semantically with their view of the world.
Great little flash here, Icy. |
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Great use of the title, Icy. Yes, it does seem that most people's energy is spent thinking up fancy names for obvious problems.
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Comment by: karjon - 2007-11-22 08:00
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Ah - can't jsut be blind anymore - got to have a fancy name. Very original take on Odd, Icy.
Cheers
Karen |
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I was wondering what ODD might stand for. I just kept coming back to ADD.
I liked the parallel construction of the first paragraph and the bit about machines that recycle blood--another interesting idea and image.
~J. |
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They just tell me I'm odd, but that's another story.
Well crafted words here, Icy, giving fair commment on one of life's mysteries.
I don't think it's really the doctors fault, the times they are a-changing also.
Grae. |
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