May
20. Night before getting the results.
Well,
I was working out a little late and now I'm too amped to go
to sleep so I thought I'd write a bit.
Tomorrow is the big day. Christine
keeps asking me if I'm nervous and I keep telling her, "no,
but I will be waiting in the doctor's office". But who
knows. I may not even be nervous then. I'm tired of being nervous
about this stuff so I've stopped. I've got better things to
do with my life now, like waiting in line for two hours to see
"Attack of the Clones", for example.
Well, I'm not much for hyped
up movies, but I've been a fan of star wars ever since I was
seven years old. I suppose I'm a bit of a geek when it comes
to star wars. It's even more emparassing to admit that there
was a time in my life (last year) when I wondered if I'd ever
live to see "Attack of the Clones". Back then it seemed
imagineably far away. I was afraid that I might not find out
what happens next......
I reminisced these thoughts
as I waited in line last thursday, carelessly burning through
time, sipping my iced coffee in a blazing hot sun, looking forward
to another glimps of the treasures within George Lucas' mind.
Of course the movie was totally
dissapointing and afterward I decided that nobody should keep
themselves alive to see such pathetic screen writing combined
with a feeble plot. If there is a reason I'm still alive today,
it wasn't to see Star Wars II.
Star Wars III maybe?
Barium Sulfate, it's what's for dinner!
The hardest thing about this whole
one year check-up thing was probably seeing the CT scan beverage
"Barium Sulfate" in the refridgerator, again. So many
nauseaus moments spring to mind just looking at the stuff. When
I removed the lid of the first one, that alone sent me running
to the bathroom with stomach convulsions. But I quickly got
over it. I had a fun project to work on; playing with my new
car. Once I focused my attention on that the CT Slurpies were
no problem. It's amazing how nausea has so much to do with what's
going on in your head. It went so easy that I think I'm finally
over dreading the CT procedure. Till next time anyway.
"I've
got a bad feeling about this"
-A line that's used in all 5 star wars films so far (nerdy star
wars trivia)
Trying to make a disgusting drink more fun...
May
22. Another temporary bill of clean health.
The CT and blood tests came back
clean. Now I can get back to doing whatever I was doing. If
only I knew what that was...
So the question I got asked the
most was, "are you nervous?" Christine asked me daily
for the three days before the meeting. I have to confess that
I was never nervous. Even while I was waiting in the exam room
for the doctor I wasn't nervous. I was busy looking in a catalogue
for parts for my new car. There was a terrifying moment when
I thought to my self, "I should be nervous!", but
then I went back to day dreaming about my new wheels. Guess
having a new car around helps take the edge off of doctor visits..
Here it is! The wheels of freedom, the
canyon chariot, the sub-compact 4wd monster crush baby blue!
Here's a pict of my new fuel efficient
projectile. Honda only made a small batch of them from 88-91'
and I was lucky enought to find one twelve years later. The
test is coming up next week when I drive it to San Francisco
for the summer. And then there will be extensive testing on
powder days up the canyons....
May 24th. One last thought.
A young boy,
whittles a stick.
He has yet to learn.
So when the knife digs in deep,
he uses too much strength.
And the knife breaks free,
slitting his own hand
In a long diagonal arc,
opening the skin.
When he looks at his hand,
he remembers,
when he sees the raised scar
he promises,
To never whittle careless, again.
While all time expands,
the boy becomes man.
he can cut without thinking,
from lessons once learned.
Because of his years,
he can break the rules
once learned as a boy.
And he basks in this freedom
founded on time.
Until once again,
the blade jumps free
across his own hand
along the same
path
opening the
flesh
thickened with scarring
and he clenches his wound
grasping his hand,
the small hand
of a boy.
Once again I want to thank everyone
for their support! Check back in three months for results from
the next check up!