My luck with massages has been inconsistent. The first time was when my then-wife and I went on holiday to Montreal. She was going back to the hotel room for a nap and I was too wired to sleep. So, having seen a sign in the elevator advertising their massage service, I said “you know [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Life’
Pretzel Man
Posted: October 28, 2010 in LifeTags: although they really should call it "torture plan", good thing my damned medical plan pays for this, Life, massage, not that I'm complaining, pain
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“My thoughts are like butterflies”, he said. “They’re beautiful. But they fly away.” It was a lament offered up a little boy, and quoted in the book “Delivered from Distraction”. I nodded furiously. Kind of stupid isn’t it? Nodding at something you read in a book. Sort of like clapping at the end of a [...]
For once, the office was quiet. Me and my iPad came in and found a seat among the multitude of empty chairs. The doctor, who was standing by the reception desk looking through medical charts, glanced at me over her glasses and smiled. I smiled back. I like her. But then, I have a predisposition of goodwill to [...]
Sitting near the back of the bus, I had a clear view of the girl, as she sat at the front. Her face was as busy as it gets, as she thought through various possibilities, reactions, memories and events. It was hard not to smile. She was doing what I do – her mind was processing at [...]
They finally caught up to me. It feels like months ago that I learned that the ADHD doc who was supposed to see me in July died. At least a month ago. I wondered back when I heard the news whether I would show up on the scheduled date, only to be met at the [...]
Yesterday’s blog was such a resounding success it seems the only way to celebrate is to write another one. I’m at a three-day conference this week, all IT-related (that’s Information Technology for those of you scratching your heads), and much of it is boring. The food is good though. Not that Jenny Craig (the filthy-rich [...]
It was to be a regular checkup, three weeks after breaking the fibula in my leg. The date I was first diagnosed, they set up the appointment for yesterday. So, yesterday, I grabbed my cane and hobbled my way to the hospital. I didn’t see the point of favouring my leg. It seemed fine. A [...]
Obstinate Ignorance
Posted: May 5, 2010 in LifeTags: 9/11, conspiracy, health care, Life, Wahhabism
I guess all of us at one point exercise this trait about something or other. How many times have you picked up a TV remote that refused to work, likely because the battery was dead, and kept pressing buttons harder and harder in an effort to squeeze that last bit of juice out of it? [...]
When you’re doing something you’re not supposed to be doing, they’re the last people you want to see. When you’re in trouble and afraid for your life, they’re the first people you want to see. Twice in my childhood I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and got caught. Both on the same day. [...]
A school principal in New Jersey sent a note home to parents, asking them to ban their children from social networking sites like MySpace and Facebook, noting “there is absolutely, positively no reason for any middle school student to be a part of a social networking site! None!” He was alarmed at the nature of places [...]
“Night time…is the right time….to be….with the one you love…..” That Ray Charles song resonates. There’s a life-beat to it, a drawing, a capture that won’t quit, won’t let go. Night time. Even the words amaze me. Long before I figured out that ADD had a place in my life, I knew that the night-time [...]
Apparently you can break your leg and walk forever for three days, and even on occasion run just a little bit. I know this, having done so myself. It started out this past Monday night, when I was paying more attention to my iPhone than I was getting on the bus. Consequently, I missed a [...]
Appointment With A Dead Doc
Posted: April 18, 2010 in ADHD, humor, LifeTags: ADD, ADHD, doctor, Life
My motto at the top of this blog is “Awake, Aware and In Constant Movement” Well tonight’s the “awake” part. It’s 2:06 a.m. and I’m just so jazzed to be so vibrantly awake right now. In earlier blogs I mentioned that I’m getting assessed for ADD. I just learned tonight that the doctor who was [...]
As I woke up after the dream I even had the title for the resulting blog all picked out. Too bad I fell back to sleep before getting a chance to write it down. It was a good title. You would have loved it. David Duchovny was in the dream. He plays a character named [...]
It’s a rare thing, to hit up on a subject and find yourself unworthy to tackle it, whether in conversation or blog. Rarer still (for me) to write a blog and have already found a title for the blog. I’m too used to just writing and deciding after the fact what the subject was. It’s [...]
I saw a gorgeous woman today. She had to be in her 50′s but…she had a gorgeous presence about her. An elegance and wonderful shine to her that wouldn’t quit. Right away I surprised myself by giving into an impulse – to check her left hand for a ring. It wasn’t just that she was svelte, [...]
There’s a unique sitcom TV show currently playing, called “Modern Family”. I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that the show is an amazing success, given that one of the creators is Christopher Lloyd. Still, it surprised me. Each week, we follow at least different story threads, burped across our screens by the patriarch and his [...]
Someone asked me tonight what my passion was. I had to think what my answer would be. And then I had to think about the question itself. When I think about how many years I let slip by, just coasting and getting along with folk in this western world of almost unlimited freedom, I’m a [...]
One of the highlights of each week involves crawling out of bed on Saturday morning, getting washed and dressed, avoiding breakfast, and heading on over to the local Jenny Craig outlet, there to visit with some of the city’s most beautiful women. Getting weighed in is an added bonus. This has been a routine for [...]
The Beast had the blackest hair of anyone I ever knew. And his skin was dark. Mom was whiter than snow. You can see how they were attracted to each other. I kind of imagine him as a the evil fairy stepfather. “Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s got the most awesomest black hair, like [...]
