Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Thanks for driving. Thanks for the rides. You seem like a cool dude, if the seatbelt cover with princesses on it and a sweet carseat are any indication.
But I must protest about one thing: less talk, more rock
I just don't know how well a radio station with that tag line starts one's the day. I suppose my inquiries should be directed to the radio station program manager, namely, how do "Leather and Lace" and "Night Fever" qualify as rock? I am no music expert, not by a long shot, but I am certain, very certain, that those songs are not rock. Perhaps you should check with the Music Genome Project about your categorization. It might help.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
I confess that I've had this before and uncharacteristically ignored it when it happened in May and again in August. I made excuses. I wrote it off as "stress." I should have recognized the denial. Who wants to worry about one's heart? That life-giving organ that is really not shaped like my photo of a mud puddle to the left there. Sure, we've all ignored sore knees or cracky ankles. Something going awry with lady parts? I google symptoms, I make calls, I fret and worry. They get immediate attention.
But a major organ? Ignore its not-so-subtle signs of "hey, dummy, pay attention" seems so... asking-for-it. So, I listened. Tuesday I went to the doctor; they sent me for an ECG. Oh, nothing serious, they said, just an extra heart beat. Wait, what? Extra? WTF does that mean? Now that all seems well, and that the rhythm is not going to "get" me, I can relax a little.
Oh, and never take a decongestant with phenylephrine again.