Foreword: I generally like my doctors.
Sometimes I wonder if my doctor has a string in his back and someone gives it a pull every time he’s supposed to speak…
“Good morning doctor.”
“You’re looking good today.”
“Yeah, but I can’t shake these fevers.”
“Your blood cultures have been negative.”
“Well this rash is killing…
Where do I start?
Do I start with the headaches that are churning my brain into applesauce? Do I start with the fever I’m chillin’ with? Do I start with the Rays: a source of great joy and greater sadness in one evening? Do I start with the allergic reaction to an antibiotic, which has turned my clothing into an “aggressive interrogation” device? Do I start with the nurse…
Everyone says I should indulge myself while I’m in the hospital. If only they knew. Armed with a credit card number and a wi-fi connection I’ve been a shareware paying, upgrade buying, web host upgrading mad spender.
And the madness doesn’t end there. In between bouts of fever, chills, and pain I could be resting up. Instead I’ve undertaken a huge project to reorganize my…
I promised myself that I would not read anything about politics while I was in the hospital.
Yeah, and a hash enthusiast is going to eschew wacky tobaccy during Hempfest.
Pray tell, what story could be so compelling that I would break my solemn vow of political abstinence? It’s another article in the L.A. Times about the Attorney General scandal… but with a little twist.
It’s…
It’s not too often that I receive an email from UF President Bernie Machen. In fact, you could say that I’ve never received an email from UF President Bernie Machen. So why now?
No, he’s not asking for money. He’s not announcing an initiative to raise money. Instead, it’s an attempt at group therapy.
Dear Alumni and Friends,
If you’re like me, it was a…
As you may know, I’m in the hospital. The chemo is done and modern medicine is doing its best to rescue me from cancer’s cure. Therein lies the rub… or more appropriately, the tub. In order to flush out my kidneys I’m on a near constant IV drip of fluids. Further, I’m on a regular diet; strongly encouraged to suck up as much of the wet stuff as I can.
Unfortunately, I…
The Rays game was on in the background as I fiddled with the trusty PowerBook. The Rays were down their customary 3-4 runs after 3 innings when I was finishing up the last entry.
Then I looked up and saw Greg Norton smack one over the fence, and my brain said, “that’s got ‘you’re such a big, strong bat… and I deserve a spanking’ written all over it. And…
In the last 24 hours I’ve had two phone conversations with my children.
Beth hasn’t been sleeping at night and needed another run down of all the drugs I’m taking, how they work, and why they’ll make me better.
Beth is a happy child; everyone usually says so.
So it broke my heart to hear the anxiety in her voice, and not be able to take it away.
Adam has been telling…