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Sometimes I wonder

Yesterday when I was getting ready for work, I noticed something strange. Suddenly it was a little more painful to do the mundane - like iron my clothes, brush my teeth, bend over to tie my shoes. For some reason when I performed these tasks, I felt a sharp pain in my back like I was being stabbed repeatedly with a very sharp butcher’s knife. Throughout the day, I was constantly reminded of this pain whenever I turned around to talk to someone or work on my computer. So at lunch, I went and bought some Aleve.

I did as the instructions said. Take one, wait an hour, then take another one. I could then take one more 8 to 12 hours later, but I couldn’t exceed three pills in twenty-four hours. As the end of that 24-hour period approached, I seriously felt like exceeding that limit. Nothing seemed to help “aleve”-iate the pain.

So I took off work today to go to the doctor. As usual, I had to wait a while before I could see him. An hour after I arrive, I get called back. The nurse asks me, “So are we sick today?” I say, “Well, I have a little bit of back pain. It seems to have appeared out of nowhere.” She gives me the funniest look, does a little embarrassed chuckle, playfully punches me on the shoulder, and says, “What?!” I look at her, and wonder: What is up with her? I just said it appears to come out of nowhere. So I repeat myself, and then she laughs and says, “Oh! I thought you said ‘I started my period today!’” I just smile, laugh a little, and then I get to wondering about her hearing…Maybe she’s the one who needs to see a doctor! (Or maybe…Nah, I won’t think about that.)

Finally I get to the examination room. The hearing-impaired nurse takes my blood pressure, asks if I want an excuse, I say “Yeah”, then she walks out. Ten minutes later he walks in; we have the usual small talk. He asks me if I did anything that could have contributed to the pain. I told him, “Nothing out of the ordinary.” Meaning no real manual labor. I sit at a desk at work and plug away at computers. What about that could cause back pain? Well, he pokes around my back, asking me if it hurts. I say “nope”. He lifts my right arm and rotates it around a bit. “Does that hurt?” “Nope”, I say.

Then he proceeds to tell me, “Your back muscles are spasming. They are really, really tense.” I go, “Hmmm.” How in the world could they have been injured to the point of spasming?? I have not really done anything lately that could throw them into a frenzy.

Then I get to wondering. You see, back on the day before Thanksgiving in 2004, I was involved in a pretty serious wreck (for me, at least). I wasn’t really injured, per se, but ever since then I’ve noticed little things different with my body. My back hurts more often. If I put my arms on the back of a couch or up on a computer desk for too long, they start tingling something fierce. My neck gets stiffer and more often. So I’m just wondering if maybe this is the next thing in a line of minor inconveniences. Oh well. Such is life. I’ll just get my muscle relaxers and pain meds and be off to la-la-land.

Oh, and as a P.S. to this post (not that it really relates or anything), I just finished the second book in the Odd Thomas series - Forever Odd by Dean Koontz.  Very entertaining.  Just need to get the next one now.

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Happy All Hallow’s Eve

Since today is All Hallow’s Eve, or Halloween, I decided I’d jump on the hay-ride of people telling the origin of the holiday. Here’s a little snippet that I found while surfing the internet. I’ll add more as the day goes on.
clipped from www.halloweenishere.com
The
word itself, “Halloween,” actually has its origins in the Catholic Church.
It comes from a contracted corruption of All Hallows Eve. November 1, “All
Hollows Day” (or “All Saints Day”), is a Catholic day of observance in honor
of saints. But, in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially
ended on October 31. The holiday was called Samhain (pronounced sow-in), which
means “end of summer”, the Celtic New year.
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Brain-Eating Amoeba Kills Arizona Teen

It sounds like something out of a horror movie:  A “blob” that attacks its victims through the nose and eats the brain.  Sadly, it’s not a movie; it’s real.  Per Fox News:

An Arizona teen became the sixth victim this year of Naegleria fowleri, a brain-eating amoeba that enters through the nasal cavity and quickly devours the brain; officials said he picked it up while swimming in Lake Havasu.

How very sad…My prayers go out to the family.

Word of the Day: “ambuscade”

Here’s today’s word (actually it was yesterday’s, but I was late in posting it!)

Maybe these posts will help expand some people’s vocabularies…I know they’re helping mine! Let me know what you think about ‘em.

clipped from dictionary.reference.com

ambuscade \AM-buh-skayd; am-buh-SKAYD\, noun:
1. An ambush.

transitive verb:
1. To attack by surprise from a concealed place; to ambush.

Ambuscade comes from Middle French embuscade, from Old Italian imboscata, from past participle of imboscare, “to ambush,” from in, (from Latin) + bosco, “forest,” of Germanic origin.

The storm is distant, just the lights behind
The eyes are left of lightning’s ambuscade.
— Peter Porter, “The Last Wave Before the Breakwater”

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I feel good…sort of.

I am feeling quite refreshed this morning. Sunday night I went to bed around 10 p.m., only to be awakened at 3:30 in the morning by a stupid mini-mongrel (puppy) barking right outside our window (No offense to pet owners). This lasted for about 30-45 minutes, and after that I tossed and turned until 5:30. I went ahead and got up, got my shower, ate breakfast, and left for work.

Work was a total waste of time, as I really didn’t do much but look at AutoCAD drawings. The only reason I was looking at the HVAC diagrams is so I could know how to model them in our acoustic analysis software.  Alas, I digress.

I got home at around 6:15, ate me some soup, then I intended on taking just a short nap (just an hour, that’s all I really needed).  But, when the alarm clock went off, I was still very sleepy.  So, I decided to just go ahead and turn it off.

I didn’t wake up until 5:00 this morning.  So, I got up and went through my normal routine. Eat breakfast, blog a little bit, get my shower, go to work.  One of these days, though, I’m going to have to leave a little earlier.  I get a guilty feeling whenever I show up five to ten minutes late.  But, the other two engineers and our electrical technology guy are gone to Norfolk this week and next, taking a little cruise on a Navy vessel.  I still wish I would have been able to go.

But I guess that’s what happens when you’re new to the group - You get ____ed on. But I’ll leave that story for another post.

Enjoying the simplicity

Tonight my wife and I watched a movie that I haven’t seen in a long time - “A River Runs Through It”.  It’s about two boys who grow up in 1910’s Montana, and it catalogues their life as they meet life head-on in their own ways.  It’s based on the novella by Norman Maclean.  As I watched the movie, I began to wish that life could go back to the way it was in those days.

Things were simpler, then…or were they?  Truly they were different times.  No computers, television sets, or even commercial airplanes.  No internet, nothing high-definition, and you still had to go through the local switchboard to make a telephone call.  Most kids nowadays wouldn’t know what that was.  Oh, you could actually enjoy fly fishing without worrying about checking your e-mail.  Oh, how I wish we could go back to those days sometimes.  

One of these days I am going to go to Montana.  It has such a beautiful countryside.  The snow-capped mountains, the whitewater streams and rivers, the rolling grasslands.  They all appeal to me.  It seems to me that once in that setting, all of life’s problems and worries would just melt away like the spring thaw, and you would forget which time you were in…and you could go back to a time, a more innocent time, when the world was a much bigger place and just going down the road ten miles was an epic journey.  If only…