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Cut Steve's Blatherings

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Jesse Jackson: an anecdote

      I once met Jesse Jackson, and I was impressed, a reaction I did not expect.  I'll bend ethics a bit (see below), and record it for posterity.

      The year was 1983, I think.  I was living in Los Angeles, and working as a Respiratory Therapy technician.  One day, Rev. Jackson's mother was admitted to a hospital I sometimes worked at.  I was one of her techs (mentioning a former patient is the ethics bending; I won't say anything else about her condition).

      Jesse was in her room when I went in there the first time.  I already knew he was running for President, so I was interested in how he'd treat me.

      And how he treated me was -- he ignored me.  That sincerely impressed me, because I was ready for some phony political stuff, in which he tried to show himself in a favorable light.  You never know when you're going to meet a future supporter, right?

      But he ignored me.  At the same time, he was visibly worried about his mother.  He spent a lot of time at that hospital.

      Today, Jackson is supporting Terri Schiavo's fight for life.  I believe he's sincere in that, too, rather than seeking personal advantage.

      Thank you, Rev., and God bless you and Terri.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Current Status

      Pretty good, because for the past few days I've found the Schiavo case so appallingly depressing that I haven't eaten much.  And when I did, I wasn't much tempted to eat solid food, and thus overeat and get sick.

      If you look in the supermarket soup section, you may see Campbell's 'soup ready to eat,' or whatever they call it.  Containers about the size of a pop can: heat for 77 seconds in the microwave, stir, sip.  Well, I can't quite dring a whole one of those at once, but I can get close.

      And for quite a while afterwards, I won't feel any hunger at all.

      And finally, time does heal most wounds, and I'm getting over my depression concerning the mess in Florida.

      May none of you ever end in that situation.  Make a Durable Power of Attorney, and give it to someone you trust, and tell them what you want.  A living will, for guidance, isn't a bad idea either, but the DPA is what's really important.

      No, I haven't made one yet, but I'll have one withing the next two or three days.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Oh, I'm Going to be Rich

      Mrs. Suha Arafat, widow of Yasser 'Still Dead' Arafat, has sent me an e-mail, asking my help in providing for her children.  While the rotten Palestinian Authority has recovered billions of dollars her husband stole from his people, they haven't gotten it all.

      So, Suha wants me to set up a trust fund for her daughter, with $20 Million she had lying around.  It's the chance of a lifetime, since, if I'm a 'hornet man,' she'll send me more money to invest for her other children.  I'll be getting a percentage of all I handle.

      I mean, I've seen all kinds of scams before, but this is SUHA ARAFAT, so it must be on the up and up.

      Oh wait, as an honest man, I can't help her launder stolen money.

      "Never mind."

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

A Dining Adventure Approaches

      K. and I will probably go to the movies today, and see Robots.  Afterwards, "food," which in my case will be soup or some such.  We'll see how it goes.

      Yesterday, I ate one strawberry, and felt it sitting in my stomach like like a small rock.  But I'd only eaten the one, so after a few minutes the feeling went away.

      By the way, do any of you watch the new Battlestar Galactica?  Pretty good show, I'd say.

      Haven't weighed myself lately, but the belt is getting loose again.

      Bye.  Be well, have a good day.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

A Request For Help

      Tech help, not medical.

      Can anyone tell me of a browser other than Internet Explorer 6.1 that will allow you to adjust font sizes?

      In their relentless war against Microsoft, a lot of web page designers have found a way to specify the type size you see on a screen, irrespective of the type size you request.

      This can be overcome in IE.  "Tools | Options | Accessibility (and isn't that confusingly labeled!) | Ignore font sizes specified on web pages" will allow you to change the font, but the Microsoft haters have managed to arrange that the page will be screwed up in other ways.

      There's a time to fight, and a time to fold.  Better browsers?

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Progress Report: Nothing Much Happening

      The only notable thing of the last few days is that K. and I were both very tired the last few days after her angiogram.  Nervous exhaustion?  Beats me.

      Meanwhile, I'm in fair shape except that I still have a huge problem with solid food of any kind.  I mostly live on yogurt, which gets boring.

      I've posted some things on Fat Steve's Blatherings about the Terry Schiavo case.  Let me now make a blogosphere living will:

      In the event of my inability to communicate, I do not wish to be killed.  I would consent to a feeding tube.  I would authorize a ventilator for a limited time, up to three months.

      But I do not want extraordinary measures taken to keep me alive.  DO NOT RESUSCITATE! NO CODE! If I'm incoherent and catch pneumonia, no suctioning.  Having been a Respiratory Technician, and having frequently felt like a torturer, I don't want to go through that.

      There's my wishes, expressed in writing for anyone to see.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Friday, March 18, 2005

Good News From Casa St. Onge

      About three weeks ago, K. had a physical.  Possible heart problems showed up.  So K. had a heart catherization yesterday, March 17th.  A heart catheterization is the same as an angiogram -- they put a catheter into an artery, run it up into your heart, inject dye, and take pictures of your arteries to see if they are blocked.  They also make you sign a release for an immediate balloon angioplasty, stent insertion, or even open heart surgery, "just in case they fuck up," (K.'s remark, from her extensive medical experience as an RN; 'fuck up,' by the way, is a technical medical term which here means 'make an outstandingly egregious error.')  Possible side effects of the angiogram, and/or angioplasty, and/or surgery are kidney damage, heart attack, stroke, and death.  It was a slightly tense three weeks.

      The cardiologist we consulted with on the 11th had said that there was about a 67-75% probability K. had blocked arteries that would require immediate treatment.

      We drew the lucky card.  No significant blockage in any artery, no ill effects from the cath. except some fatigue.

      Thank you, God.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

If You Have a Strong Stomach

      Then you might be interested in these photos of Cuba's glorious free health care.

      Hurrah for socialized medicine!

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Friday, March 11, 2005

Progress Report

      Back on January 18th, when I was operated on, I weighed in at 457, while wearing a gown.  I was 456 in street clothes on January 26th.  On Feb. 05th, I was at 439 in street clothes.

      Today, March 11th, I weighed 409 in street clothes.  Thirty pounds in five weeks -- I'll take it.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

A Pretty Good Day

      It was K.'s day off, so we went to a movie (Hitch, recommended; rather formula, but well done formula and the acting was good), then to dinner at Applebee's.  I barely touched my dinner (note to self: get over habit of drinking at meals), but it should reheat well, and carry me for the next day or two.

      The weather was awful, though.  Just above freezing, high relative humidity, and windy.  Brr.

      Should finally get weighed today.  Meanwhile, as a proxy, I note that even wearing my winter coat, I was able to buckle the seat belt with no trouble.  A few months ago, that was a constant struggle, normally involving me pulling my jacket up and sucking the gut in while I struggled to find the part you push the buckle into.

      All in all, sweet!

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Good Days and Bad Days

      Saturday was a good day.  We went to the movies, and then out to dinner.  We split it, and I ate a half to a third of my share.  No problems.

      Today was a bad day.  I had some ham, and some orange juice before we left to visit the library.  It didn't agree, and I eventually puked it all back up.

      The worst thing about vomiting with my new, small, stomach is that it doesn't do it very well.  I had to keep going back and getting rid of a little more till my stomach finally emptied.  In between, have a horrible taste in your mouth, or drink something and toss that next trip to the john.

      Regardless, I'm still losing weight.  In November, some pants I was wearing were too small, really.  So small that one day, as I was taking them off, the button popped off the waistband, and was never seen again.  Today, they fit very comfortably.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Monday, March 07, 2005

Crap

      I spent the last three days sick as a dog.  diarrhea, nausea, general malaise.  Not a lot of fun.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Discouraging News

      On Monday, K. and I were at the hospital getting her heart checked.  They found an abnormality, diminished blood flow to one part of the heart.  This threw off all our plans, as on Tuesday she was scheduled to have the same kind of bariatric surgery I had in January.  She was also scheduled to take four weeks medical leave, which of course got cancelled.

      Instead, we are seeing a cardiologist next week for further tests.  With luck, the condition is only a spasm of the artery that can be treated medically.  Without luck, K. will require a shunt or bypass operation.

      Anyone who feels like praying for us, go ahead.

THE HOUSE OF SAUD MUST BE DESTROYED -- AND WILL BE!