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Echocardiography Analysis

I had to get some medical tests yesterday, which took a couple of hours. But the nurses were very smart and interesting, and they were all paying close attention to the healthcare vote.

One of them said, “I just don’t understand how people can have so little empathy.” I told her as a rule, conservatives don’t usually care about something until it affects someone they love.

Another was upset that the Dems “did nothing” to stop it. “What were they going to do?” I said. “The Republicans have a large majority in the House. Besides, they’re going to wrap this around their necks in 2018 and then we can kick them to the curb.” She looked doubtful.

“No, really. They’re counting on the Senate to save them from it actually going into effect.”

Anyway, considering I was getting a bunch of tests, it was a surprisingly pleasant day.

“I hope you don’t have to come back, because I don’t want you to have something wrong, but I hope you come back again so we can talk more about politics,” another nurse said.

See? Not everyone is crazy.

So I got a new doctor


And I mentioned all the crazy food sensitivities. I told her it all started after I got my gall bladder out, and asked if there was any connection.

She laughed. “Oh yes, there’s a well-known connection,” she said. “You no longer have the same emulsifiers that help digest food.”

Despite my many, many questions about this in the past few years, this is the first time a doctor has shared this information. Uninformed — or doesn’t give a shit?

So that’s good news. My immune system isn’t going crazy; I’m not digesting properly. That’s a problem I can probably work with.

Money don’t get everything, it’s true

But what it don’t get, I can’t use.

I hate being in this position, where I have to beg for help. I thought I’d have work by now — and my health is kind of falling apart. I won’t go into details, it’s boring. But I don’t have the energy I’m used to having.

Help me if you can, I’m feeling down

No job, haven’t made a damn cent since November, running out of money and my taxes are due. I’m in a chronic state of high anxiety. I was counting on a Kickstarter project, but the legal paperwork has been delayed for at least a month.

So if you can spare it, I’d appreciate it.


It’s been a rough couple weeks. A sibling had a minor stroke, a kid lost his job, and my brain hurts from processing all the stories emanating from the White House.

If there’s something you especially want me to cover, leave notes in the comments. Thanks!

Me and the animals

Wheatley in green bow tie

I’m allergic to most animals. If I pet a dog or cat, then forget and rub my eye without washing my hands, my eye swells up and gets weepy. And I have about a half-hour or so in a house with pets before the sinus headaches kick in. So when I’m around animals, I try not to encourage any contact.

You can guess how this turns out, right? Every time I’m around animals, they make a beeline for me. The shocked owners always say, “He never goes to strangers! Never!”

I was thinking of this yesterday when I was at a friend’s house, whose big old tomcat kept rubbing up against my leg, purring. “Listen, I really wish I could pet you, but I’m really attached to breathing,” I told him.

He came back, again and again. “I wonder why that happens,” my friend said.

“I imagine they sense my utter indifference,” I said. (Which isn’t really true, but it’s a good line. I grew up with dogs and cats, I even had them as a grownup. I don’t remember exactly when I started to develop allergies, but oh well.)

Sick bay


Sorry I’m not writing more. I have a horrid cold AND an active flareup of TMJ. I used to see interviews with Burt Reynolds when he had TMJ and he said at times, the pain was so bad, he thought of killing themselves. I thought he was exaggerating. He wasn’t.

So mostly I’m sleeping and watching bad TV. Back in a day or so!

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