Anyone Buy This?

In what might be the shortest blog run in history, The Dawn has taken down her blog. To that end, she has left only this enigmatic comment on Nurse K's blog :

"Hey this Is Melissa. Dawn, aka- Danny my 17 year old kid brother, has been banished from my computer. Since he doesn't have access to one of his own Dawn has ben cancelled. I have my doubts that any of you are what you claim to be, but just in case you are here are a few final words. K I am sure you can be counted on to spread the word among cohorts that you have been had by a kid. Tell scalpel he is the only one of you that doesn't come across as a loon. His graphic description of herpes should serve as a fair warning to the wise whether he is a M.D. or not. As to the rest of you . Get a LIFE"

Now maybe this is true, but do I buy it? Naw.

Why? It's too EASY. See, The Dawn strikes me as someone who can't stand to lose (personal injury attorney). Taking down the blog destroys most evidence of her, stops the ridicule, and gives her a simple no-fault excuse for doing so; all while thumbing her nose at us and saying the joke's on us. What greater pleasure could she ask for? And to the credit of The Dawn, it's hard for me to buy the idea that a 17-year-old boy could come up with the bizarro stuff she did. Granted, her composition abilities were on par with a 17 year old of any gender, but the rest just doesn't fit. Barring all else, the fact that she started all this crap with an incendiary comment on MonkeyGirl's blog on a post about the death of a patient just doesn't jibe with "17 year old boy. " I would imagine medblogs would be more the trolling grounds of a "personal injury attorney," not a high-school-boy trying to pull off some elaborate hoax.

In addition to the above observations, I noticed that "Melissa" has a surprisingly similar writing style to The Dawn: grammar, misspellings, punctuation errors; I do note that she has adopted capital letters again. And the name-drops are, on the surface at least, non-famous.

Now I'll admit that I am not, in fact, a profiler for the FBI or anything, I'm just going with my gut here. But the laugh's on you, The Dawn. You're not fooling anyone. You're reading this right now, aren't you?

Go on, leave an anonymous post. Better yet, adopt a new persona. We're all waiting.

Dawn's Blog

2/11/08-2/13/08

It's Been Real...

...it's Been Fun. But my Fun with The Dawn is Done.

Done. Done. Done. Gotta Run. See Ya, Hon!

Name Drop Alert: Dr. Seuss

Not very inspired, but I'm tired.

Somebody stop me!

On to other subjects tomorrow. 'Night.

Greetings from The Road

Well here I sit in my lovely hotel suite with about an hour on my hands. I have been out-and-about visiting my favorite blogs - check out MonkeyGirl's latest controversial post with 47 comments (and one new, uhm, Interesting Blog). I can't decide if "The Dawn" is for real or if she really just has mixed-type delusional disorder...regardless her brand-spankin'-new blog should provide for some amusement, albeit possibly the eye-rolling kind.

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Back already? Ok, here we go!

I am at an Embassy Suites which I am sure would be the Dollar General of hotels to The Dawn. Certainly she only stays at Ritz-Carltons or elitist (AHEM...) EXCLUSIVE resorts where she can make sure her Rolex is properly safeguarded and her anthropologist-cum-rock-star husband can find a secluded retreat from the flock of passenger pigeons that inevitably follow him everywhere. Oh, I forgot, they're extinct. Likely at the hand of The Dawn.

I am at the dollar general hotel chain in pursuit of education "[ej-oo-key-shuh n]." Although I was NOT the valedictorian of my class, and my friends (yes I had them and still do!) are not flipping burgers anywhere (they are all quite successful, thank you), I have managed to scrape together the relatively puny (compared to The Dawn) complement of brain cells I was born with and make something of myself. Although I was an ICU nurse for 6 years, and a cardiac electrophysiology nurse for the last 6 years, I am taking a refresher course over the next 6 weeks in cardiac electrophysiology.

That's where we go up into people's hearts and purposefully try to put them into malignant and/or lethal arrhythmias, study those arrythmias while making sure the patient doesn't die on the table, make three-dimensional geometric maps of the heart chamber, and voltage-time maps that we can superimpose upon this gathered geometry, creating a very good picture of what exactly is happening in this patient's heart. Then we burn the culprit area, do some follow up testing, and more often than not the patient goes home and never has the same heart problem again.

Shucks, I know I'm no Personal Injury Attorney, but Darn it, I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it....people LIKE me.

Providing services that help doctors save lives, or bilking honest hardworking folks out of money they don't have because a "client" suffered whiplash (*gasp!*) and emotional distress (*wail!*)?

I'm torn, but I'm going to have to go with Saving Lives.

Before anyone gets their size-zero panties in a bunch, I know that there are people out there with legitimate claims, and I know The Dawn helps them too. But I can HONESTLY say I have never provided my services to dramatize and inflate claims of "personal injury" at the expense of an innocent someone-else.

Looking down from her lofty moral high ground as she does on my sister-in-the-trenches MonkeyGirl, maybe The Dawn can say that too.

.....riiiiiiight.

"But..." you say.

Ok, taxpayers don't count. It's not my choice to give healthcare to our country's orange-jumpsuited, shackled and cuffed "sickly" who are frequently looking for a vacation from the Big House and the guaranteed attention of any female, attractive or not. But it's my professional obligation. And I do it with an outward smile.

Then vent in a HIPPA-compliant fashion.