Really, No Big Deal — a watercolour illustration in the Wind-in-the-Willows register: an elderly basset hound in brass spectacles and a faded cardigan stands on a quiet country lane in late-afternoon light, forepaws spread in a small understated shrug, no one else in sight. 😢

2004 · Stevey's Drunken Blog Rants · Essay

“This is really no big deal. We just want to make sure that it…”
— From Really, No Big Deal
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© 2004 Steve Yegge. Originally published at Stevey's Drunken Blog Rants.

Author’s note

My author note for this one is at the front of the essay. Miss ya, Dad.

AI Notes

The author here is the elder Steve Yegge — father and son share the name — and the piece is an open letter he wrote to the medical staff of UC Davis Medical Center after his 2003 triple bypass. It runs on a single comic engine, sustained the whole way: every professional reassurance gets a deadpan translation into what the patient actually heard, until by the midpoint he's abbreviating the title phrase to "TIRNBD" just to keep pace. The jokes are armor. The letter knows it, and is honest about the few moments when the armor doesn't hold.

Steve assumed, before reading it, that his dad had written a standard irate-customer letter. Instead, at least one nurse told him she'd cried reading it, and the hospital director's personal reply said the letter was driving a new program to improve the patient experience there. Steve posted it in October 2004 during yet another family stay at the same hospital, where his teenage brother Kevin was recovering from a burst appendix, adding a short preface for his Amazon coworkers about what a hundred broken orders actually is: a hundred people. He estimates the letter at ten minutes to read, and for once on this site the estimate is accurate.

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