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I had a busy day today. I went to see Dr. Biller. We talked uselessly about my c-pap machine. I don't understand how it works. I don't understand how its supposed to work. It is no help whatsoever in sleeping to the contrary it keeps me awake. Still he wants me to continue with it. I have to find some solution.
After Dr. Biller I went to lunch with aubuchonz. He confided to me some changes in his life that were most interesting and over coffee, then lunch, we talked about this'n'that. He is into A Course In Miracles (ACIM). I borrowed some tapes from him and have already listened to half of one tape. I find the whole thing interesting and oddly evocative of the '70s. Billed as a thought system for finding inner peace through forgiveness, it resonated with a funny story my sister brought home last week.
My sis is now the cook at Algoa Correctional Center and is undergoing "boot camp" training for her duties in contact with prisoners. One of the courses in "boot camp" is stress management. The instructor was talking about stress being like a ball stuck in your stomach that you could allow to stay, causing heartburn and ulcers, or through forgiveness to allow to pass out of yours system. This produced hilarity and the specious question "So forgivenss is, like, ... farting?"
Using my newly awakened gastrointestinal awareness and, perhaps, philosophical nuances from ACIM, I am developing a philosophy that I'm calling "Fartgiveness". It will be convenient. Should I break wind in an embarrassing social venue, I can always claim it is my forgiving nature coming to the fore... or from the rear, so to speak.
aubuchonz and I had coffee at Dunn Bros. Coffee. The lattes we had were a promotional "caramel" latte kinda thing. They were a bit lame. I liked the coffee, but I prefer a double shot mocha or something of the sort. I will try Dunn Bros. again. "Anything worth doing is worth overdoing" or at least giving a second try. Afterward we went to the next door Quizno's on Edgewood. I had the prime rib on garlic bread. I was actually impressed. The sandwich was good and the staff was at the top of their game. I don't often compliment a restaurant that is less than stunningly impressive, and almost never have much good to say about fast food. This particular Quizno's was good.
From Quizno's I headed to the Dollar General on Missouri Boulevard just in time to snap up the last of their diet pepsi supply. I was actually checking out while some cracker who sounded like a refugee from a Tex Avery cartoon stood around loudly bitching about how they were sold out for the second day and theorizing that they had never "even got no more diet pepsi in a'tall!" Funny, if he had walked up and been disappointed, I probably would have split my order with him (I bought 6, it's the only place in town to get 'em for $1). Since he was being an asshole, I just said nothing and lugged my haul out to the bus. The trip home was uneventful, but the bus driver was one I don't know well. We didn't talk (I was the only passenger) and the ride was a bit rough.
Dr. Biller set me up with a pretty lengthy series of tests. In just a couple of days I go to the local outpatient center for blood work. It will be the usual A1C, a test for cholesterol, valproic acid, and a few what-nots. That same day I'll go through the whole EEG thing again. I am getting bored with EEGs. About 3 weeks from now I'm going through an EKG and stress test. So basically, we're checking out my heart, my brain, and my chemical make-up while I'm working on attaining nirvana through farting.( Collapse )