A beloved childhood institution, or a den of madness?

…Both, I think.

Parenthood is a chronic condition for most, a stable malady punctuated by acute episodes of decompensation and delirium. I recently experienced such an alteration in mentation—the rediscovery as an adult of Sesame Street, now viewed through the lens of a sleep deprived parent. Perhaps it’s the PTSD I’m racked with after grinding through medical school, residency, and full time hospital medicine. Perhaps I’m just projecting. Either way, where my daughter saw Big Bird, I saw a jaundiced schizophrenic with a wide-based gait. Medicine 1, Innocence 0.