Tempted by the fruit of another

A while ( a long while) ago I wrote about how I have started to really like Opera, even though it has a few issues, espically when I am trying to use my reBlog implementation. But for everything else I just love it. And that makes me feel guilty, like I am cheating on my wife. The wife here being Firefox.

What a fucking idiot, to be made to feel guilty by inanimate softare. Ha ha! Alright, I got to go, Foxy is calling me to bed

 

Evernote, I want to like you

I do so want to love Evernote, really I do. But no matter how many times I go back to it, it just doesn’t click with me. I like the concept of a neverending roll of paper and I like the fact that there is all this nice web-clipping, but somehow, it just doesn’t work for me.

I know, its got all that tagging and all that. But, somehow, I prefer OneNote’s traditional layout of folders, tabs and pages over EverNote’s tag based system. I also don’t quite like the way the notes display in EverNote.

And I wanted a quick and easy way to make notes. I even considered a simple text file, and the more I think about it, the more sense it seems to make. Anyway, that is fodder for another post. I have settled (for now) on using a TiddlyWiki.

 

How I lost my lovely hotel room

I am working away from home; rather home has moved to a new location but I am working in the same location. At first I lived with a friend but later I decided to cut down the commute and moved to a hotel real close to the place where I work (same parking lot actually).

And there I lived, relatively happy. It did get a little lonely and during my little run-in with the ER, I started to think that it might be a good idea to move back in with my friend and his family.

So when the friend and my wife both insisted that I don’t live alone anymore, I accepted. And I moved back. And its good and all – no problems. Its just that I would love the peacve and quite of my lovely hotel room. Everything is clean, the beds get new linen daily and the bathroom is spic and span with fresh towels, face towels, hand towels, floor towel and soap and what have you.

Oh well, this really isn’t bad either. Just today evening was a bit irritating, but I guess that is because everyone was home and all. Its actually really nice on weekdays, I get a cup of tea in the morning and everything.

A visit to the Emergency Room

Last weekend, I had a little runin with the ER. Well, it started with a chest pain; I’ve had these before and recognized it to be due to gas. I continued to work and thought that the pain would go away once the gas subsides. It continued over a Friday and Saturday, the longest I’ve ever had gas pains for. I even took all the normal over-the-counter stuff I take and nothing seemed to help.

Thats when I started to think maybe this wasn’t just another bout of gas; maybe its my ticker. I was living alone, in a hotel at the time; what if I just fell over and died in the middle of the night? No one would even know till Monday.

So I called my doctor. Left him voicemail and had him paged. He didn’t call back, asshole. Then I thought about it – what else would he do except tell me to get to the ER – he’s not going to attempt to diagnose me over the phone or take a chance at getting sued.

So I drove to the nearest hospital and checked in. I was amazed that they didn’t make me wait at all; I guess it was the chest pains that did the trick. I was in and on the ECG machine in 2 minutes. After they did more tests and 6 – 7 hours later, the doctor came in and told me that they’ld like to keep me for 24hrs for observations and furthur tests.

He said something about my case being ‘borderline’, plus I have a history of high blood pressure, high cholestrol, depression and am over-weight.

So there I was, moving from the acute care rooms in the ER to the cardiac center ward upstairs. They finally gave me a narcotic for the pain and it was great; felt like I had had a few drinks. I could have slept real nice but they didn’t let me.

All through the night they were testing me. CAT scan, blood samples, repeated blood pressure readings and ECG or EKG or whatever you call ‘em. More tests in the morning. An early morning echo cardiogram followed by the dreaded stress test. That stress test was a bitch. At least the tech was pretty. The tech for the echo CG was nice too and the way they do it, you get a nice hug; that felt good – nothing sexual; just the therapeutic value of human touch.

They finally let me go at 6pm in the evening. All the tests came back negative; which means that the old ticker is fine and dandy. In a way, this was a good thing. Just in my last post I mentioned that I should get a complete medical workup; and this was about as thorough a cardiac workup that you could ever get. Sweet.

Next is the gastro guy. I took it easy with the food for a few days but now I am almost back to my bad old ways. But do need to get the GERD rechecked just to make sure I don’t have any problems lurking there. Also, my blood sugar came out high a couple of times so the doctor wanted me to get that checked as well.

And that’s that. My visit to the Emergency Room.

Old Age

God, I am getting old. And fat. Everything hurts and creaks. I look in
the mirror and see a tired man. Most times all I want to do is
vegetate in front of the TV or sleep.

I guess its not really that I am getting old; I’ve seen so many old
people who are vibrant and full of life. I think I am still depressed.
Eventually I feel like I have to cause a big shake up in my life and
take care of everything that needs taking care of. I should get a
proper medical evaluation and start a diet and excercise routine.

Or maybe I can just go to sleep.

Rum pickled human

Builders who drank a barrel of rum at a house in southern Hungary had a nasty surprise when they got to the bottom and found a pickled corpse.

BBC NEWS | Europe | Builders find body in rum barrel.

Opps!