Define Irony.

Okay, so here's an example of irony for all of you literature grad students that might want something to ponder:

A patient with a skull and 5"X5" swastika tattooed on prominently on his person specifically requesting that Christian praise music be played during his sugery.

I mean, I suppose it works on a historical level, because presumably, most Hitler-era Nazis were ostensibly Christian, but I just can't imagine any of them wanting to have Michael W. Smith or Amy Grant praising Jesus during their open heart surgery.

I had to hum the refrain to that Bare Naked Ladies song, "If I had a million dollars" all night long at work, because some how it just helped me hang on to the one fantasy I have left to me these days. And that fantasy is the one in which I me win the Powerball, and sit on my ass for a living, instead of what I do now, which is try to use my powers for good and not evil, and try not to throttle people when they make assinine requests at 10p.m. that require an hour's worth of pointless paging of house officers and attendings when I should be monitoring my other patients, the ones with trach stomas that need suctioning, and the ones who can't, you know, take a deep breath like you and me because their lungs are shot to shit and need vent nebs. You know, patients with like, REAL MEDICAL ISSUES.

I mean, adios to my old theological stomping grounds, because I can no longer make sense of the world around me in moral terms. I find the more I try, the less I care to know. Oh Sartre, I understand how I understand thee in ways I never knew possible.