I spent some time out on the front lawn swing with Christy, Elijah, and my neighbor, Timini. Timini is still in the midst of a bout with Lyme's Disease, although it's greatly improved for her...
Random thoughts of the day follow. No coherence intended, none promised. Click "read more" below for details.
So I got back the results from my doctor: Apparently, I don't have a brain tumor (thank goodness!) but I still have a fair-sized cyst on my brain. That must have been what I saw in the MRI picture.
Anyway, got an appointment for Thursday morning at 8:30 AM to evaluate me by a neurologist, and probably a follow-up to determine if the Lyme's Disease possibility is worth pursuing. Apparently it doesn't enter many doctor's minds that a patient may have grown up on the East Coast where there are lots and lots of ticks.
This is my story about my experience with the MRI. I have more resources available at the bottom of this page
The bus was hot. Despite the air conditioning's valiant effort to stave off the sweltering surges of hot wind and dry desert dust, heat leaked through the cracks in the windowsills like miniature furnace blowers, reducing the comfort of the cooled air to barely-tolerable.
As was my usual routine when riding the Utah Transit Authority bus, I was leaning my head on my trusty Bone Pillow. The Bone Pillow is so-named because it's shaped roughly like a femur. Narrow in the center, it is broad at both ends, and three-sided so that it is easier to wedge into tough cracks. Mine is blue, with a slight paisley pattern long since faded into obscurity by the leaning of head, sweat, and skin oils soaking into it so deeply that no amount of laundering extracts the shade. Yet it's my pillow to use on the bus, and I like it.
I was enjoying a little pillow talk with Christy tonight, and a thought struck me.
"You know what's cool? I mean, we're married. We've been married for coming up on nine years. I'm your permanent boyfriend. It's like you're driving along this lonely highway, and then suddenly you realize you're not alone, because you see this sign on the side of the road that says 'No Dumping', and you're like 'Hey, that's what marriage is, no dumping!'"
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Over the last few months, I've begun developing headaches centered about three inches above my left eye. Very painful, not much fun at all.
Finally, Christy sent me to the store tonight to get some migraine medicine. Excedrin Migraine. It's a cocktail of Aspirin, Acetomenophen, and... Caffeine.
So it's 11 PM, and I am given a choice between a headache keeping me up for the night, or the caffeine keeping me up for the night. Not a good choice when both of them involve not getting enough sleep! I now finally sympathize with friends of mine who have bad headaches. These hurt so bad I feel like digging my eyeballs out with a steak knife. I took the Excedrin.
"Potterheads!" I thought to myself as I skulked into Wal-Mart at 12:30 AM to obtain some emergency supplies my wife wanted.
I noticed a pair of wives from my neighborhood. "Potterheads!" I shouted, and they laughed. We chatted for a few minutes about their addiction, and I explained that *I* was here for vital emergency supplies.
I quickly found what I was looking for. Late-night is when they restock the shelves, I rationalized, and that must be why my supplies were trundling down the aisle on a pallet. I grabbed two units, smiled politely to the woman dragging the very heavy pallet, and expressed my wishes that I'd made her life easier by lightening the load on the way to the shelves...
I just got an email from Sam Graber, who was my best friend in high school. We haven't talked in like 4 years or something like that. Anyway, he mentioned that he wanted to see my photo gallery again.
Temporarily, you can get to the gallery using this link. The pictures are all still there, but I'm trying to convert them over to the new system which works a whole heck of a lot better with my weblogging software. Happy viewing!
How often do you think about the potential corollary to a statement you are making? A corollary is something that follows without requiring proof from a statement already proven, a deduction or inference, or a natural consequence or result. Does it even matter?
"I know I'm raising my kids right because they pray to Jesus every night."
Is the corollary to that, "I know you aren't raising your kids right because they don't?"
As mad as it may make some die-hard anti-religionists out there, I'm going to say "No. The two have nothing to do with each other in the mind of reasonable people."
I came across a fantastic article about correct preparation and seasoning a Wok for use today. I'd never really understood the idea behind "seasoning" a pan before. The concept seemed repugnant to me -- I mean, you're making it ugly and black and look like it's covered and cruddy. That's just gross. But now that I understand how and why to do it, I'm eager to throw away some of the Teflon crap at our house and season myself some cast iron...
Check out the Wok Seasoning article here