• A complete disaster

    1. I very likely have cancer, and I’m wicked tired.
    2. My back hurts… just because it often does… but also because of that damn bone marrow biopsy (although that could just be in my head).
    3. Cheryl’s back is thoroughly out of whack, putting her completely out of commission.
    4. It has been a fabulous day outside today (and I’ve spent all of it inside).
    5. I’m a little depressed.

    I wonder if the depression has anything to do with any of the above, or if it’s just me.

  • HDTV

    High definition television is pretty cool. I may get over it in the days or weeks to come, once the novelty has worn off; but I find myself watching – and enjoying – sporting events that I wouldn’t have otherwise watched – let alone enjoyed. (There’s a long sentence for you!) For example, two weeks ago the idea of watching a NY Rangers game sans Lightning would have bordered on heresy.

    Yesterday, not only did I watch said Rangers game with my New England bred, Rangers fan father-in-law (which by the way IS heresy… the “New England Ranger’s fan” part), but I actually yelled at the TV a couple of times. Mind you… I didn’t yell because I have any emotional investment in New York hockey (or anything else “New York” for that matter… those Red Coat loving scum**), but because I actually enjoyed a sporting event for it’s own sake.

    I don’t do that very much. My interim theory for this new phenomenon involves the HD.

    Now I’m watching a playoff game between Detroit and San Jose. I have nothing against Detroit or San Jose, but I don’t have much reason to care either. But watching this game in high definition… with surround sound stereo no less… I dare say it is better than being there. For one thing, I’ll bet few of those arena seats recline or have foot rests.

    **Note: It’s kind of ironic that some of the good folks from New England accuse southerners of still fighting the Civil War, when they’re still fighting the revolution, isn’t it?

    Full disclosure: “some” folks from New England may be a bit of an exaggeration… it may be just me.

  • Bone marrow biopsy and aspiration

    It was everything I thought it would be and more. It wasn’t very painful but I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that they were driving a big hollow needle into my back (or more precisely, my pelvic bone).

    They had me lie on my side in a fetal position, then gave me a local anesthetic. Then they said I’d feel some pressure, but not much pain. They were right on the pain part… but a little pressure? Imagine laying on a table on your side and being pushed across it at the end of a needle. That sums up the joy of a bone marrow biopsy.

    It didn’t hurt much, but my nerves were so shot I thought I was going to lose my breakfast. Now it’s over, and it still doesn’t hurt much… just a mild ache when I sit or stand too long. But my mind is still having trouble recovering. I still can’t quite get over the fact that there’s a narrow, 3/4 inch hole in my pelvis.