Is the surgery incredibly risky overall but the surgeon only takes patients with the highest chances of survival?
Comment on 50% survival rate
praise_idleness@sh.itjust.works 2 months ago
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brbposting@sh.itjust.works 2 months ago
xantoxis@lemmy.world 2 months ago
If you were the patient, you’d still be happy about that. If the surgeon is cheating the stats, but has already accepted you as a patient, then you have the highest chance of survival.
brbposting@sh.itjust.works 2 months ago
Great point, you’re right!
Tja@programming.dev 2 months ago
Irrelevant, still good news if he’s gonna be operating on me!
meep_launcher@lemm.ee 2 months ago
I mean even then the stats can change with so many variables. It’s kind of like how you have a 50% chance of surviving by splitting up with Sam. You both knew it had to be done- the forest was thick and you knew it could only stalk one of you. You wish you had more time with him, but someone had to survive to tell the tale.
As you get some distance and pray to God that you are alone, you crouch low and look for any sign of a trail or a building to get to. The fog is beginning to thicken as you decide to move downhill. Water flows downward, so this is the best chance you have to find a river.
You keep running as quietly as you can as the last glow of sunlight dissipates from above the trees. You begin to panic as you realize there’s no hope for navigation in pure darkness. But then hope. The bubbling of water on rocks tells you that the river is just below. You cautiously move through the brush, heart pumping- were you being followed? It could have been waiting for the perfect moment- who knows how quietly it can move.
You get down to the river when you see a light on the other side. You focus on the shining and see it’s a flashlight. Sam had taken the flashlight with him, is it possible your paths reconnected? You wade across the shallow current- the water is cold but maybe this means you two lost whatever it was miles ago. Your shoes press down on the pebble shores as you scrape your way up the bank. “SAM” you whisper “SAM HEY”. No response. You slow down as you approach the flashlight laying on the ground. It was Sam’s, but Sam was nowhere to be seen. You reach down as you feel rain drops slowly fall on you. As you grab the light you notice something- the raindrop on your hand is dark.
As you realize what you are seeing, you begin to shake, mouth agape. You feel another drop on your shoulder. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew you should have accepted it and just moved on. You shouldn’t have looked up.
There he was. The top half of Sam was dangling from the branches, his pale face looking down at you with blood streaking across his face and dripping off his nose. How could this happen? What could do this to Sam, especially since you knew he was the fastest man in your platoon. He was able to get to us with the ammunition we needed when we were under fire in Kuwait. He saved your life, but you couldn’t do the same for him.
The shock is broken when you hear heavy boots stepping in front of you. It was over. There was nothing you could do. Nothing you ever could do. It- he- whatever you would call the figure in front of you just stated back into your soul. You felt the rattling of your lungs as you took the last few breaths you ever would. The blood soaked hands that reached out through the darkness led up to the man of your nightmares. Bits of Sam falling out of his mouth, he is fully revealed. It was him. It was always him. It was always
Shia LaBeouf
But yea in order to answer this we should define our parameters a bit more.
fishbone@lemmy.dbzer0.com 2 months ago
I’m so glad I decided to read this without skipping to the end first. What a great little journey, thanks for this.
My only suggestion is to spoiler the last bit for those with wandering eyes.
meep_launcher@lemm.ee 2 months ago
Good idea! Thanks!
thefartographer@lemm.ee 2 months ago
Doctor stabs you. “Oh no! Questioning the surgery claims another…”