Hello Fellow Travelers!
Once again I was all set to share my thoughts on a cancer-related subject (this week: Frankenstein: Monster Created from Death or Just a Really Bad Headache?) then this happened:
I thought cancer was like Hitler the worst of the worst - the worst disease possible, mortality rate is astronomical. Ebola is worse than a brain tumor. A lot worse. Ebola is a death sentence. A short, brutal death sentence. I might be able to overcome my current situation, but Ebola would kick me to the curb! So never ask yourself, "How could things get any worse?" Because things can always get worse. They invariably always do, so don't even ask.
What's worse than cancer? Easy. Ebola! Fast, extremely painful and very deadly. The CDC doesn't know what to do with it! When the Center for Disease Control doesn't know, nay, freely admits to not possessing the first clue how to treat this, you know it's bad! And then you die. Pretty happily, I might add. Grateful for death! Now, that's some serious doo-doo, as the PS might say. I thought cancer separated your hair (or made it fall out) but anything that CNN reports hourly on and requires it's reporters to don hazmat suits could be a pandemic. Or, at the very least, it's very "badass"!
I am reminded again of KB #1 and the Japanese Charlie Brown who answers his wife very thoughtfully when Charlie Brown-San is asked if he wants his head chopped off. "No, I don'r think I'd like that." I feel the same way about ebola. It doesn't sound very safe. And I don't think I'd like it.
I was asleep and dreaming (as I often do) and I kicked a wall hard.(KB#2) In all my dreams I can walk. In any bone-breaking event I waited as long as I could before going to the doctor .Sometimes I don't go get any medical attention The problem for me now is I can't tell if anything is broken. I've been wrong before. And the results have been disastrous. My foot became truly the colors of the rainbow, and I was pretty certain "letting it get better", was not an option. So I sucked it up and got an X-Ray, great news! No break, just a colorful sprain! It doesn't meet my usual criteria: Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? Now I have to worry about E-bola too? Really? I just don't have the strength!
PS - Very sorry to hear about Robin Williams passing. I guess the voices in his head became too loud.
Once again I was all set to share my thoughts on a cancer-related subject (this week: Frankenstein: Monster Created from Death or Just a Really Bad Headache?) then this happened:
I thought cancer was like Hitler the worst of the worst - the worst disease possible, mortality rate is astronomical. Ebola is worse than a brain tumor. A lot worse. Ebola is a death sentence. A short, brutal death sentence. I might be able to overcome my current situation, but Ebola would kick me to the curb! So never ask yourself, "How could things get any worse?" Because things can always get worse. They invariably always do, so don't even ask.
What's worse than cancer? Easy. Ebola! Fast, extremely painful and very deadly. The CDC doesn't know what to do with it! When the Center for Disease Control doesn't know, nay, freely admits to not possessing the first clue how to treat this, you know it's bad! And then you die. Pretty happily, I might add. Grateful for death! Now, that's some serious doo-doo, as the PS might say. I thought cancer separated your hair (or made it fall out) but anything that CNN reports hourly on and requires it's reporters to don hazmat suits could be a pandemic. Or, at the very least, it's very "badass"!
I am reminded again of KB #1 and the Japanese Charlie Brown who answers his wife very thoughtfully when Charlie Brown-San is asked if he wants his head chopped off. "No, I don'r think I'd like that." I feel the same way about ebola. It doesn't sound very safe. And I don't think I'd like it.
I was asleep and dreaming (as I often do) and I kicked a wall hard.(KB#2) In all my dreams I can walk. In any bone-breaking event I waited as long as I could before going to the doctor .Sometimes I don't go get any medical attention The problem for me now is I can't tell if anything is broken. I've been wrong before. And the results have been disastrous. My foot became truly the colors of the rainbow, and I was pretty certain "letting it get better", was not an option. So I sucked it up and got an X-Ray, great news! No break, just a colorful sprain! It doesn't meet my usual criteria: Is it cancer? No? Then who cares? Now I have to worry about E-bola too? Really? I just don't have the strength!
PS - Very sorry to hear about Robin Williams passing. I guess the voices in his head became too loud.
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