March 23, 2007
Home From South America
Lindsay and I recently returned from a very awesome trip. We spent a little over 2 weeks in South America. We visited Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, and Chile. We spent most of our time hiking in the mountains of southern Patagonia (Argentina and Chile). It was absolutely gorgeous. Here are a few pictures from the trip. Click on them to enlarge them.
February 06, 2007
Bambi on Ice
Lindsay and I just got back from a 4 day weekend in Disney world and it was really fun. I had never been before and I really enjoyed it. Great rides, great food, great times. I really loved Epcot and the international themes.
This post is actually not about Disney though. My recent trip simply inspired the title. Keep reading to find out what this post is really about. It is a true story.
We got back in from Florida last night and it was 22 degrees below freezing in philadelphia. That is COLD. Apparently it has been cold here in PA for the past several days. On my way to work this morning, everything was frozen. Even the creeks near my house were covered in ice. I love this cold weather and lindsay and I were enjoying all of the wintry views on our way to work.
As we drove across a bridge over the White Clay Creek, I looked to the right to take in the icy scenery and I saw something I have never seen in my life before. There, in the middle of the frozen creek, a deer was laying on the ice. I simply couldn't believe it, so i turned the car around and pulled off the road. I got out of my car and walked through the field for a closer look. Sure enough, a deer was laying sprawled out on the ice.
I was perplexed. As I got nearer, I realized that the deer was not simply enjoying a cool nap, it was stuck out there. One leg was through the ice and it had been unable to stand up on the slippery ice. It was clear that the deer had been there for quite some time.
I climbed down the bank and inched out on the ice to see if I could help the poor animal. It saw me and its eyes were filled with terror. Helplessly, it thrashed around on the ice bleeding and clearly unable to stand. It pulled its foot out of the hole, but was still not able to stand. With every attempt its hooves slipped on the ice and flew in every direction. Panicked, but exhausted, it gave up and laid back down, its sides heaving. It was heartbreaking to see an animal so completely helpless in such fear and pain.
I just didn't know what to do. Every time I tried to approach, it just freaked out. I was afraid that it would hurt itself even more if I stayed there. Even if I was able to get to it without the ice breaking, I didn't know if there was anything I could do.
Lindsay and I talked about what we could do and we came up with a plan. We could call a couple of friends of ours who know a lot about deer and see if we could enlist their help.
Jacob Altimus and Chuck Frishmouth are remodeling a bathroom at Jason's house near Newark (they do truly astounding remodeling work). They both know a lot about deer and they are really cool guys. I called them and told them about it. The 3 of us decided to take an early lunchbreak and go back to see what we could do for the deer.
When we arrived the deer was still lying there, barely moving, but alive. Chuck and Jacob looked at it and determined that, if we could get it off of the ice, it would probably live. It had relatively minor wounds and could heal if it was able to warm up, rest, and eat. Left alone though, it would surely die.
We got a rope from Jacob's truck and to tie it up. It was frightened and struggled at first, but we put a blanket over its head to calm it down (Chuck "the deer whisperer" knew to do this) This quieted it down enough for us to tie the rope around it.
Although the ice was thick enough to walk on, we had to be careful. It cracked loudly under us when Chuck and i got too close together. The thought of falling through the ice into a freezing creek and getting kicked in the head by a frightened deer was not a pleasant one. We slowly and carefully pulled the deer across the slick ice until we could stand on the bank and continued to pull it until we could reach it with our hands. We then picked the deer up, being careful to keep its head covered, and carried it up the steep bank into a field. We untied the rope and took the blanket off of its head.
The deer sprung back to life and tried to run away. At first its legs were not working properly. It fell to the ground shaking. It was probably hypothermic and exhausted from laying on the ice for so long. After a moment, it stood again and was more sure on its feet this time. It carefully made its way over to a hedge row where it could lay down in the sun. It was sheltered from the wind and in an area with grass and plenty of sunshine. With a little bit of time, it should be as good as new. Hopefully it will stay off of the ice from now on.
November 08, 2006
The Grossest thing I ever Ate
When I was little I ate a hamster turd. I remember it all very clearly. I was playing with my hamster, a fine chap named Fuzzy, in a lincoln log town I had built. It was something like an old Japanese horror movie. Fuzzy waddled his large fuzzy self all around the town destroying every fence and building I had construced (for that very purpose of course). I had been feeding him, and I saw what I thought was a sunflower seed. I picked it up and popped it in my mouth. I knew by the way it smooshed in my teeth that it wasn't a sunflour seed. I learned by looking around that it was one of many fresh turds lying about the ruined town.
Well... that wasn't the grosest thing.
I ate my boogers until shortly after my 18th birthday. It's not that I particularly loved the way they tasted, I think I liked the shock factor of it all. I could instantly horrify almost anyone. Those I didn't gross out I formed a special bond with. Me and a few three years olds really had something deep in common. I also liked rebelling against such an established social law. I was not going to let society tell me what I could and couldn't do. Besides, I reasoned, it wasn't that gross. I was just moving something a couple of inches from the nostril to the mouth. It was inside of me in the first place, I was just moving it.
Laura didn't agree. About three years ago she put her foot down and said it had to stop. "You know your body expells those for a reason. You're eating your body's own excrement" Whe was a nursing student, a health care professional, for crying out loud! How could I argue with her. I am very proud to tell you all that I am about to celebrate my third aniversary of booger sobriety. I am a changed man.
If you're grossed out, just stop reading now. It doesn't get any prettier... or tastier.
One time on a dare I tried to eat a live grasshopper. It wasn't a small little hopper or a cricket. It was one of those giant dudes with wings and can spit orange tobacco juice. I had five dollars to win and my dignity to defend so I popped him right in my mouth. I figured one or two chews and I'd swallow him mostly whole. Everything changed when he started kicking me. He kicked my cheeks, my tongue and finally he kicked my lips and a great big, spiky leg stuck out of my mouth. I was grossed out, and horrified. I felt totally cruel, and maybe a little bit nauseous. I spat him out and let him go free.
That was way gross, but I didn't technically eat him.
I've eaten canned brains, roadkill deer, the disected heart of a cow, milk and lemon juice cocktails, fish eggs from a dirty pond, and a live minnow. I count all these as delicacies when compared to the other thing I ate.
I believe that now you have all come to recognize me as somewhat of an authority on gross things to eat. I trust that you will believe me when I tell you about what was hands down, the grossest thing that has ever crossed my lips.
I went on a family vacation to Florida a couple of years ago and we visited the everglades. It was a pretty sweet trip. Shane and I caught an aligator, we went snorkeling with my mom and a school of barracudas, ate some delicious key lime pie on Key West, and rode one of those super fast fan boats around the everglades.
One day we were hiking around some trails in the everglades when Shane and I spotted an orange tree. We climbed it and picked a fresh, wild orange right off the branch. It was beautiful! So ripe, totally organic. I peeled and bit into it... It was like somebody kicked me in the teeth. I chewed it up, it was like somebody pulled my tongue out. It was horrible!!! There are no words for how horrible this orange was. It was the most bitter, and the mos sour thing I have ever tasted. I have no explanation. It was ripe, it was fresh, it was orange... All I have to say is, if you ever find a wild orange, pass it up. Even if you are starving.
Ps. What's the grossest thing you ever ate?
September 12, 2006
Very crazy morning
This morning at 6:15, lindsay and I were awakened to the incessant ringing of our doorbell. We live out in the country and we have never had anyone just randomly stop by, so it was strange in and of itself, but at 6:15 in the morning!?!?! Groggy and confused, I put on a shirt and stumbled out to the door to see what on earth could be happening.
I opened to door to see somebody running out of my driveway toward the street. I didn't know who it was or what was going on, so I just yelled out "HEY!"
He turned around and yelled back, "There has been a terrible accident! Someone is laying in the street in front of your house. Call an ambulance!"
I grabbed my cell phone and made the call as I ran out the door. When I got out there, I saw a man laying in the street covered in blood. There was a wrecked-up motorcycle and a dead deer laying near by.
When I got out to the street, the guy was just regaining consciousness. He didn't know where he was or what had happened. With great pain and effort, he was eventually able to stand up. Over a couple of minutes everything started coming back to him. He asked me to call his wife and inform her of what had transpired.
Within 5 - 10 min, the ambulance and a paramedic had arrived. Within another 10 minutes, there were 2 firetrucks, a fire chief, a fire police, 5 state ploice cars, and a couple more paramedics. The quiet country road through the woods by my house looked like a scene from a hostage movie.
His wife arrived just as the paramedics were putting him onto a stretcher. She remained calm and composed until the man cried out in pain when a paramedic touched his leg. As it turns out, he was is a bad motorcycle accident about 5 years ago. His leg was so badly damaged that it took about a year to rebuild it with pins, braces, and muscle tissue from his stomach. For about 6 months, the doctors thought that they would have to amputate. There weren't sure if they could save it if it got injured again.
The guy had this damaged leg, wounded shoulder, mangled hand, and ripped up face, but he honestly seemed grateful to be alive. His helmet was scrapped and cracked from the fall. i can't imagine what would have happened if he wasn't wearing it.
Probably the saddest thing that happened was while they were loading him up. A school bus was driving by and had to stop because of all of the emergency vehicles. The door opened and the man's son jumped out and ran up to the ambulance. He just happened to be riding down the road on his way to school when he saw his father being loaded into an ambulance on a stretcher.
I have the family's phone number and I plan on calling later to check on the guy and see if there is anything I can do. I'll keep you posted if I find out more.
July 25, 2006
Collin has some explaining to do
Collin and I both work for Elany Arts, a creative production company. Elany will probably be developing a new website for the Blood Band of Delmarva, and a couple of weeks ago we met with them in their office to discuss it.
While talking about what would be good on the site, we brought up maybe featuring people who have donated an extraordinary amount of time. They liked the idea, and told us that one person had donated platelets over 300 times. We were impressed.
On the way out of the building, Collin remarked to me, "It's great that man has donated so many times, but he's also made a load of money off of it. $15,000."
I was amazed, "Really? That's a lot of money!"
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either, but you get paid $50 each time you donate. I read it."
We continued to discuss this. You can donate 4 times a month, and earn $50 each time. A married couple could make $400 a month doing this. . .. that's a lot of money a month!
We thought of all the people we knew who could use an extra $200 a month, and decided to tell them about this underutilized gateway to riches. Morally good AND financially beneficial. . . does it get any better?
I told my brother. And my mom. And Drew. I even thought that all Look Machine members could do it weekly to add to our meager band fund.
My brother and mom and Drew told MANY other people. I mean, LOTS. And just as predicted, $200 a month is a nice addition to any budget. There was lots of interest. Drew had figured out a way to get the Nintendo DS and XBOX 360 he's been coveting. His brother was going to get a second job to pay the bills, but realized he could cover things by giving platelets. One woman, when told of this brilliant plan, sighed with relief, "I can really use that cash, this is a godsend."
I thought before people signed up, I should try it out, see exactly what it was like. So I signed up for an appointment. Funny thing. .. they didn't mention the $50, and I didn't want to seem, uh, mercenary. So I didn't ask. I figured that they kind of just handed the $50 check to you on the way out once you were done, alone with a pat on the back, a cookie, and a sticker.
Some of not as fearful of seeming mercenary as I. . . the woman who "needed the cash" called my brother. Apparently, the Blood Bank rep had no idea where the notion of payment had come from. No, she was told, people don't get paid for this, they do this out of the goodness of their own hearts.
No $50 per donation. No $200 a month. No XBOX 360, Nintendo DS. Time to get that second job. Time to find another source for the much needed Cash. "Where did you hear that we pay $50?," the blood bank rep asked, curious.
And now I ask the same question.
December 13, 2005
A fine ride
Tonight I went horseback riding with my mom. (In case you don't know this, she's a cool person). It's almost the full moon, and it's all snowy out so it was really beautiful. We went out in Fair Hill, or the seven thousand acres, and rode for a little it over an hour.
It was really cold out, so we went bareback. It's really nice and warm that way. When you're sitting right on the horse you can borrow some of their body heat, and they are really nice and fuzzy.
Anyhow, we were out there, riding through the fields in the dark and my horse started getting nervous. She is a really big animal (half Clydesdale, which is the Budweiser Horse) and she seems a lot bigger when she's scared.
Something startled her and she shied, so I ended up on my butt on the ground. I've had this horse for like 4 years now, and this was the first time I've ever fallen off her. I'm kind of glad I did.
Whenever it's been too long since I've done something it starts to seem scary. I haven't fallen off a horse in ages, so I've been really careful not to recently. Partly to keep my good record going, partly because I forgot that it's really not a big deal.
Also, I came to the conclusion that there is absolutely no reason to play tackle football then be worried about falling off a horse. It makes no sense. It's really not any more dangerous than anything else I do.
Now I remember, falling is just part of riding and that's ok.
November 29, 2005
The Penguine Club
Nine days out of ten, the hardest thing I do all day is get out of bed. Trust me, this isn't because my life is easey. It's because getting out of bed is so hard.
Today was the exception.
You see, shane and I have what we have officially named the penguine club. It's an elite, exclusive group of people dedicated to living life to the fullest, or at least to the coldest. The members (yeah, it's just me and shane) are going swimming every month of this year.
We're kind of procrastinators, so we didn't take our november swim untill today. We got to Fair Hill at about 5 o'clock, and it was already dusk. We took off our shoes and ran a quarter of a mile down to our swimming hole, our feet getting a little closer to numb each step of the way.
We got there and stripped down to our underwear and stood there, peering through the falling darkness. The water looked blac and cold. I wished I had a snooze button I could hit and be warm for four more minutes, but it was raining and the sun was already down. There was no time to waste.
"It's not getting any warmer." I said. We both nodded, each of us wondering who's stupid idea the penguine club was anyway.
I tried to jump in, but my legs disobeyed. I tried to throw shane in but he ran away.
"Who's going first?"
We stared at the water and neither of us moved.
"Forget about that, go ahead"
"We'll go in together."
So, we went in together, like true rock stars. We counted "Uno, dos, tres, quatorce!" and we jumped.
Jumping into water that cold makes you feel like your brain just exploded and your lungs collapsed. We came up gasping, and when we finally got some air in our lungs we screamed like girls and scrambled and splashed our way back onto dry land. The first jump was so gread I just had to have another. That time my face got so cold it was aching all over.
We ran back to the car and drove home (I was still in my underwear) with the windows down singing along to Taking Back Sunday.
I guess summer only ends when you let it.
November 27, 2005
Everyone, an important update. Ian and Collin are out fishing in the bay ALL NIGHT on the pier! They just sent me this picture from collin's cell phone.
(They probably just borrowed someone else's fish for a quick picture. haha. I can say that because they're far away, and they will be too tired to beat me up tomorrow.)
This is way more fun than writing that essay...
November 18, 2005
I did something that I didn't even know was possible
The other day Collin and Joe and myself from Elany Arts had a big important meeting with the Delaware Teacher Center in Dover (we're putting together a fancy website for them, which they really do need).
After the meeting, we stopped for lunch at Uno's. We ordered a crab and shrimp dip for appetizers. So we're just talking having a good time. . . chatting and waiting for our entrees to show up while dining on this delicious crab and shrimp creaminess.
I have this strange problem that happens to me every once in a while. It's kind of like when you're drinking something and it goes down the wrong pipe and you start choking. Except, for me, it happens when I'm not even drinking and a little bit of saliva chokes me up. It's always unbelievable when it happens, but I cough and tear up and choke and it's loud and disturbing and strange. I didn't really think it could get any worse.
Well, if you've just eaten your fill of crab and shrimp fondue, it can get much worse.
The inexplicable choke happened to me, and caused me to spontaneously throw up on the table. Like mid-sentence. Like an exorcism. Here I was, vomiting and watching Joe and Collin react in suprised horror. But it's not over, I'm still choking, the throw-up has not solved this problem. But this time. . . and I didn't even know this was possible. . . I throw up through my nose.
Yes, that's right, a huge amount of vomit flies out of my nostrils. By this time I have turned my head so this is happening on the booth seat, covering it. And my sinuses are chock-filled with crab meat and pieces of shrimp. Argh, I can't quite describe just how much this hurt and how disgusting it was. For the rest of the day, I still was blowing strings of crab meat out of my nose, and nothing I could do would scrub the smell of vomit from within my nostrils.
Of course, as soon as I throw-up, the waiter starts to come with our steaks. In half-blinded desperation, I grabbed as many napkins as I could and furiously started cleaning up the recycled crab dip. Somehow, the waiter didn't notice, even though I was just finishing the scrubbing of the table as he placed the plate down.
I'd like to say that I somehow learned something from this experience. Like maybe how to avoid it in the future. However, I don't know how it happened and now am cursed to live with the knowledge that this very well could happen again, at the worst moment.
And you thought you had problems.
October 26, 2005
A Fine Weekend
We went to Black Moshannon State Park lacated a few hours west in beautiful Pennsylvania. Man, was it ever a trip!
So, we used Mapquest to get there. Bad flippin' idea. Let me tell you our new van is a lemon. The gas pedal wwas stuck, and it idled at about 50 mph. bad. So freaking mapquest got us lost.
A desperate cry for help
I fell asleep on the floor. About 1:00 AM Ian woke me up and made me get in the seat and buckle up really fast. Dad had pulled this sweet u-turn move from the right shoulder of the road under a red light. The police caught us. I was in the seat in time. No tickets there. To make this long portion of a long story shorter, he was the nicest police man ever. He 'escorted' us through a convoluted detour and network of little roads that our good friend mapquest forgot to mention. So, ticket free, he let us into the park. Thanks, super nice police guy!
We had arranged to rent a cabin in this park. When we got there, the key was not in the door as agreed. In the pooring rain, for about three hours, we chased the hope of getting into this dry space to sleep. Waking up different random people at hours progressing on toward three in the morning, we came closer and closer to sleep. Eventaully we woke up the right guy from clues we gathered from other bewildered people that we aroused from their pleasant little dreams.
So, at about 3:00 AM we got into the cabin. yea! The coolest part is that MY FAMILY ROCKS! we loved every minute of this most misfortunate series of events. We laughed and had a great time.
Me with my awesome brother Ian
The park was beautiful! The leaves were in peak in some places and just past in others.
The woods as they should be.
The woods as they were this weekend.
Ian and I split wood for the people in the other cabins. They were a bunch of city-slickers. there were 12 small dwellings there. We, being from a wood-burning family actually enjoy splitting wood. We heat our house solely with wood.
We went on some hikes and rode around on the back of the van through the woods and stuff like that.
We hiked up the back of an ex-skii mountain. It was quite tall. The slope was still mowed, and really freaking steep. I, IN A STUPID IMPULSE, decided to run down the slope. I sprinted down. Soon, it was all I could do to remain on my feet. It sounds dumb, but it was one ot the scarriest things I have done. It reminded me of the time when I jumped out of the bus and fell over... So yeah, running down the skii slope, I only broke my big toe nails on the front of my shoes and didn't gat all cut as in the episode of the bus...
See, I got a tattoo too!
Ian and I fought over this gravel pile for a while. Have you heard of "king of the hill" (the game)? That's pretty much it. He gave me a mean old king wedgie ripping the elastic of my underwear almost off, and throwing me down the rocks. Don't think he's mean, it's just how brothers function.
I took up the new hobby of flipping over logs that lie on the ground over hiking trails. (don't try it at home.)
This is the longest post ever! goodnight...
October 03, 2005
Right now we are practicing.
Quick break to eat some cold pizza, of which Jason does not approve, watch some football, and drink some stuff.
back to practicing untill about midnight...
Show coming soon!!!!!!!!
Recently I've been getting into playing basketball regularly. I love getting healthy, and I love the game. But man, last week was brutal. Collin twisted his ankle badly. Joe broke his finger. And I had to go to the ER because Mr. Christian Dunn treated me to the blunt side of his elbow at 50 mpg. Good thing though, I did still come down with the rebound.
So now I have a gash glued together and I look like Halloween has come early. Like I should raise my arms straight in front of me and moan unintelligibly at little children to scare them. Oh well. I have to sit out the games for a little while so it doesn't open up again. . . sigh. I hate things like that. It itches too.
Because I've been thinking how incredible it is that it will heal at all, over time. Think about that. You scratch your car, and it stays scratched. You break just about anything you own, and you have to get it replaced or repaired. Yet I had my head broken open, blood pouring out on the court. . . and I know it's only a matter of time before you can't even really tell that ever happened.
It's like miracles happen all the time and we all just yawn in response. We want the instant healing. We want to win the lottery instead of having a steady job. But honestly, the slow steady money is quite preferable. Because people who win the lottery often lose all the money and end up destitute. So maybe an instant healing would be easy to forget. Or something.
But anyway, it really is amazing that we know things get better.
September 30, 2005
Ian has been trying to get me a girlfriend or a wife recently. he has been taking applications through e-mail.
September 29, 2005
A Wierd Day
Today started out kind of strange! I was carpooling with Collin and Linds and while I was waiting to meet them in a gas station parking lot i noticed that their flower garden was on fire.
The mulch was just burning away, and the fire was spreading into the bushes. I put my shoes on and stomped it out. I smelled like smoke and ashes all day, but to be honest, I enjoyed it.
Well, they picked me up and we started to drive to school. There, dead by the road was an animal. Not just any animal, it was a beaver. You know, deer, cats, dogs, groundhogs, foxes, racoons, possums, squirrels, and birds, those are normal. How often do you see roadkill beavers? We weren't even near a lake.
Collin suggested that we skin it and make davey crocket hats. I thought it would be better to sell the pelt to French ladies... Sometimes it's just better to drive on by.
September 25, 2005
A Scary Time
About 2 weeks ago, I received a call at work. It was a co-worker of my wife. She said, "hi Collin. Linds isn't feeling so well. Do you think that you could come and get her?" I said that I could and asked what was wrong. She said, "I don't want to alarm you at all, but she is just not feeling well. Right now she is sitting on the floor and just seems pretty sick." The words in that phone call did nothing to prepare me for the events that would follow.
I gathered up my things, and got some files together that thought I may need if I were going to work from home for the remainder of the day. I then drove to get Lindsay and take her home.
When I arrived at her office, there was a crowd of her co-workers and office cleaners gathered around in a circle. I walked closer to ask where Lindsay was. She was sitting on the floor in the middle of the circle, barely conscious and shaking badly. She had passed out, collapsed to the floor, and regained consciousness just minutes before I got there.
I put her in the car and rushed her to the ER.
At the hospital, they spent an entire day running tests, reviving her with IV's, taking blood, running more tests, taking more blood, running more tests, hooking her up to machines, and running more tests. Although it was hectic and scary, the doctors seemed to have everything confidently under control. All of the nurses and doctors were very informative, patient, and kind. I have never been more thankful for the miracle that is modern medicine.
So after all of this, we wanted to know the root cause for the episode. As far as the doctors can tell, she had dangerously low levels of potassium in her blood. Because potassium is one of the 3 electrical conductors (sodium and magnesium are the other 2) that make the heart beat, having low levels of it in your blood is extremely dangerous. Her heart apparently was not able to beat regularly or strongly enough to get the proper amount of blood to her brain. This caused her to lose consciousness and collapse.
They released her from the hospital with a prescription for potassium supplements and a potassium rich diet. Because of my flexible job and the awesome people I work with, I was able to stay home with her all week and just take care of her. Thus far, there has been no more passing out, but she was so sick for the entire week following the incident, she could barely move. Her entire body was cramped up from lack of minerals. The scariest part is that her heart was hurting a good deal.
We have been to cardiologists to look into any possible heart complications and we have been making sure to stick closely to the guidelines the doctors gave us. She is doing a LOT better. She went back to work and she is able to be up and around, but she is still exhausted.
Through all of this, we have really come to see how much people care. Our family and friends have all been really supportive and offered help of all kinds. Loads of people called us to offer to make food (which I turned down because I was enjoying my role as her caretaker... I cooked up a storm last week). Everyone told us that they were thinking about her and praying for her. Thank you so much to all of you. Keep her in your thoughts and prayers as she keeps healing, and for goodness sake, eat some bananas.
September 16, 2005
A Pain in the Eye
Wednesday night 8:30, my eye right started to bother me just the slightest bit. I heard Jason bumping around the basement below me and realized it must be band practice time. I decided to pop my contact out, clean it off a bit and put it back in.
Well I popped it out, and it's still not back in. I ran down the stares, tears streaming down my face and my nose running so fast it was all I could do to keep up. My eye felt like people were digging through it with burning toothpicks. I got Shane to drown my eye in multi purpose solution, which helped, but only a little. I started looking a lot like Sauron.
The next day was I was still in excrutiating pain, so I went to the eye doctor.
It was an altogether unpleasant experiance. I was confused and couldn't concentrate or hardly see. They were rather rude, shutteling me through five different places before sending me away with a prescription after not even telling me what was wrong.
All I heard was giberish and "cornea" "line of vision" "Injection" and "treat aggressively"
"You are going to put a shot in my eye?" I asked in terror.
"No." And the Doctor was gone.
"Wait, what do I do?" I asked the nurse who was walking away and clearly didn't want to talk to me.
"Go out and get that filled and put it in your eye."
"How soon do I need to?"
"Walk out that door and go straight to the farmacy."
So I did. And it still hurt. A lot. By today it was feeling better, although it's quite sore and very sensitive to light. I had to go back for a follow up visit (and maybe up to 4 more). They were a lot nicer today and I had a different doctor. This one actually talked to me. It turns out I have an ulcer on my eye. Yup, an ulcer. Like old people get in their stomachs, except it's in my eye.
Sounds gross right? Well it is. And it is incredibly painful. I would not recomend getting one.
September 07, 2005
Walking the train bridge
We took band pictures today. You know. . . it's kind of hard being in a band with a bunch of risk-taking daredevils. Where did we take the shots, you ask? Try a thin rickety train bridge 350 feet in the air (ok, a train bridge that was probably only 60 feet up - but far enough to die if I were to fall.
And we had to climb around on the underbelly of it all. Agh, I try to avoid unnecessary risks like this! I really don't want to end up being one of those cautionary tales that parents tell their children. "You know Jason Latshaw climbed up on a train bridge just like that one and now he's missing a spleen. That's why he smells so bad."
Well, it all worked out, I do still have my spleen, and I don't stink (too bad). So I guess things worked out. And I think we got some excellent pictures, thanks to Brett Weber, Photographer Extraordinaire. You all will see them soon enough.