I took notice of something today that caught me by surprise. I think this is the first month that on the 11th there was no mention in the news specifically about the events of September 11th (for some reason I hate calling it 9 eleven
or 911). I took notice of this near the end of the night.
When I remember back to what that morning was like seven months ago I have admit I’m a bit surprised there was no mention in the news sources I reviewed. I can still remember things with excessive clarity. Things still weren’t that great because it was another morning that I had no reason to wake up. My lovely wife came in the room and asked if we were at war. I then turned on the television and witnessed something that my mind couldn’t accept at all. The site of seeing an air plane actually flying full on into the side of the building was completely unreal to me. I can think of every Hollywood special affect that I always questioned the realism of and the very first thing my mind thought was that what I was seeing had to be faked some how. Then the horror and terror set in.
So here we are, seven months later.
I want to believe that we aren’t living in denial but a re-enforced sense of conviction to lead regular lives in spite of fear. I choose to believe that the skies are even safer now then they were. I hold in my heart that although the lives of those lost on September 11th were lost in a senseless act of violence, their memories and sacrifice for being Americans will not be forgotten.
One of the things that I love to do is observe people. I like taking notice of those in the world around me.
Today on the drive to work I saw a man that looks like a lot of other men I’ve seen, and odds are you have to. Imagine if you will a man shaped more like a keg… he’s wearing his t-shirt, his non-pleated shorts, his brown or black shoes and black or brown dress socks all the way up to his knees.
The thing that I wonder is when do you become this guy? I’m a man, and hopefully I will live to the age of this fellow I saw walking down the street. Will I be wearing the same type of outfit that others younger then me will mock?
Just one of those things that I think about when I’m watching people.
Today was another in a long line of doctors appointments for me. It seems to be a never ending chain (even though today is the first time I got out of there without having to schedule another appointment).
This all got started quite innocently enough. One day the building I work in was hosting a blood drive and I felt obliged to attend (since they were nice enough to bring the blood drive to me and all). Help increase the blood supply and get some juice and a cookie… who could ask for more?
In the days of old (ok, about 10 years ago but whatever) it used to be you would go to a blood donation place, answer some questions, get a small needle stuck into your finger to test your blood and then you would donate. AIDS increased the number of questions and qualifiers for donating blood, and somewhere in the past 5 years they snuck in a blood pressure test to make sure
they wouldn’t kill you by taking some of your blood.
So, there I was ready to donate and get my juice and cookie when the blood pressure test came back with such an outrageous number I won’t even print it here so that I don’t make all of you think I’m going to keel over by climbing the front doorstep tomorrow morning. This, of course, scared the living hell out of me and prompted me to find a doctor in my healthcare book right away. The name I decided on in the book was one Dr. Alfred Berman.
Arriving at his office was an interesting experience because his lobby seems to be furnished with thrown away furniture from various dorms at UCLA (if you’ve seen dorm furniture then you know that this stuff is the dregs of the furniture world). His nurse was very nice and did my initial tests while the doctor was in with another patient. The moment he stepped out of his office I knew he was either a pure genius or total whacko. He ushered me into his office and insisted that I read his wall of degrees and other framed papers to make sure I thought he was a good doctor.
So, after the first visit I was put on blood pressure medication and life was ready to move on. In our opening discussion we also talked about his 120 Club (for getting people to our genetically encoded capacity of 120 years through proper health) and I decided it was best to set an appointment for a physical, if not for me then for my wife and family so I might be around a while longer.
A few weeks later what happened was a barage of tests that uncovered the fact that I have such phenomenaly bad cholesterol that it is either genetic or my circulatory system was manufactured by Kraft Cheese.
So, here I am, 31 years old and on four different pills. I can’t wait to see how many I’m taking when I’m 60 (God willing).
Every single day I go to certain web sites. They are part of my regular routine.
Usually the very first site I will hit for the day is the View Askew Web Board. I’m sure this one comes as no surprise to anyone. The next
site I go to every day is one that makes me feel bad that I even have a web log that I hardly every write in.
Wil Wheaton’s web site is an amusing read for me just about every single day. It’s interesting I think when anyone opens their lives to us. Wil
takes the time to write on his site just about every single day.
Me? I’m lucky if I touch this thing by the middle of the month.
That’s all I have to say for today. Go to Wil’s site. You might enjoy it.
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