21 November 2008

Drivel

I hate that my time is being eaten away by something so necessary as work. I have often suffered from the delusion that I should be doing something far more important than working. Of course I haven't any skills or abilities that would provide the opportunity to be paid for something other than work. I dabble at a lot of things but I am not really good at any of them. So, despite my attempts at being being paid for having fun, I clock in at a normal job. Alas, it is all part of growing up.

"Personal growth and change are not always easy, but they are essential to true humanness. . . . . Everything alive grows. The difference with human beings is that we grow physically and spiritually." - Ed Welch

I am healing from surgery and unless the doctor found something troubling on the CAT scan, I am imagining he is going to turn me loose on my next appointment. By the way.... if you have never had the dubious pleasure of having a CAT scan with contrast....which is doctor speak for "please make my patient drink a 1/2 gallon of barium that will taste awful and has the viscosity of sludge and then inject her with dye that will make her feel like she has micturated in her pants." By that way, it would be best if they told you that the barium was going to come out looking about the same as it went in... and that it comes knocking at the back door of your intestinal system about 30 minutes after you have ingested it, BEFORE they take 15 minutes of your time to tell you they are finished and you're about to make the 20 minute drive home. Even for the math impaired the trouble should be obvious. Ah! science... where was I? Oh yeah... I think the doctor is going to release me.

There are several bugs going around at work and I have managed to catch them all. I am tired. I am coughing stuff up out of my lungs that might be mistaken for the afore mentioned barium. Perhaps I will have something more valuable to write later.... in which case you should disregard this completely.



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