Bouncers at the door of heaven

Who is allowed at the table?

This post is late, because I’ve been toying with writing it for a few weeks—and by “toying with,” I mean “agonizing over.” This isn’t the usual thing I write. This is much more personal.

If you follow me, it’s likely because you found my attempts to make heads or tails of the statistical paradoxes hidden in covid narratives useful, because you liked my book, or because you enjoy stories of life as a global surgeon working on a hospital ship.