There is something very odd about hearing “Your cholesterol is a little high” from your doctor while you’re obsessing over just how many serious injuries you may have inflicted upon yourself. It’s like being in a technical discussion of the formation of hurricanes and being told “You know, clouds look really fluffy.” Yes, it’s obviously true but it’s beside the point.
(That was probably the least surprising medical evaluation I have received in my entire life. I know the way I eat. I’m surprised that I don’t sweat Crisco.)
I know I haven’t explained this medical misadventure, though I probably should have. It would have helped to keep me from obsessing about it as much. Basically I do want to reassure everyone that I am fine and have been told so by several doctors. I basically need to rest and most of all relax. My stress levels have been higher than they have ever been and if you knew the way I was in classes just imagine what that must be like. I did feel like myself for the most part today and that is what I needed to have happen.
I will say that I am glad that Mary Kate Olsen doesn’t own my apartment as I wouldn’t want to put her through any more stress at the moment. Did anyone read that part of the Heath Ledger tragedy? It’s not so much as he was found in an apartment she owned. I’m pretty sure that when she, uh, “enrolled” at NYU she bought an entire apartment building. It’s that when they found Heath the first thing they did was call Mary Kate. That was before dialing 911. I understand that the rich are different from you and I. First of all, they have money. Apparently, they also can provide immediate medical care over the phone. Actually, given that Tom Cruise video out on the interwebs…
Oh, I never commented on the comment earlier this week. I basically don’t comment on Scientology because they are really, really adamant about shutting down people who talk about them. I was around in 1994 when they took out the Anon server and reigned down havoc on the newsgroups. You know, back when people used the internet to read badly written reviews of pro wrestling and download porn. Ok, the purpose hasn’t changed but at least we are no longer using 2400 baud modems. On Scientology, I’ll just say this. You always should be at least marginally skeptical of anything founded by a science fiction writer. As Moe said on The Simpsons, I was born a snake handler and I’m going to die a snake handler.
On the other part of the comment, I’d always take Bucky Katt over Garfield. Though in all honesty I’m much more of a fan of Satchel myself. That’s just who I am, my favorite character on South Park is Butters. The strange thing is how in the world did Garfield ever become this massive success? Really, what is there to that strip when you dig into it at any level? An obese cat who doesn’t like Mondays, a dumb dog and a dumber owner. Yet that’s one of the biggest successes of all time. I’ve just started reading the biography of Charles Schultz and how his life impacted the strip. I don’t see that book ever being written about Garfield.
Ok, I’m calling it a night. I’m really glad that I wrote this post tonight. It feels just like it does when I’ve written all of the other ones in the past. At certain points this week I didn’t know if that was going to be the case. To all of those who have asked how I’m doing, thanks. I really appreciate it.
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