The pain started in the afternoon just after lunch. As it became more intense, my first guess was: food poisoning. Having been down the under cooked meal route before I figured it would be a couple hours of discomfort and then it would be over… boy was I ever wrong.
I skipped dinner and went to bed early hoping to wake up better in the morning. That night around 2am in the morning I woke Karen up and had her take me to the ER. After getting a CT Scan and blood panel it was obvious to the doctor that my appendix was not a happy camper. As with a problematic Gall Bladder, surgery is the only solution. Lucky for me, this was a body part that didn’t seem to have a purpose in life. Once it was gone, it wouldn’t be missed. Without a lot of hesitation I was scheduled for surgery and a vitally important regimen of morphine (mmm, morphine…).
We were reassured that this was a routine procedure, and if done via laparotomy I would be back to work in a couple of days. I vaguely remember this conversation for two reasons – the first being my drug induced stupor (did I mention I was on morphine?), the second being the inordinate amount of pain I was in. By the time I was told I was scheduled to have surgery, the doctor could have told me he was going to take out my appendix with a sharpened spoon and a fork and I would have signed the release form without a second thought.
As I was wheeled into the operating room I remember thinking, “it’s awfully bright in here”. This was when the rubber was meeting the road, so to speak and after having seen countless episodes of E.R. and Grey’s Anatomy, I felt I was ready for my surgical debut. I remember the mask, I remember asking, “now?” What I didn’t get to do was count backwards from 100, and not more than two seconds later I was waking up in the recovery room surrounded by a totally different group of strangers. Apparently, I had survived the ordeal; three small scars were the only proof that the surgical team had done it’s job.
And so ended my non-surgical streak. Up to this point I’ve never had a broken bone or anything close to resembling a major medical issue. Looking back I guess it’s one of the best “problems” to have if you’re looking at being “put under”. Full recovery is going to take 3-5 weeks but I’m just looking forward to some time away from the office, making some headway with my Netflix queue and getting some reading done.
The most memorable Depeche Mode concert I attended was the tour for ‘Black Celebration’. In my opinion, this is still their best album to date. As I watched, enthralled, as Martin moved about on stage striking various tools and cooking implements hung from a platform. Each strike created a programmed cacophony of MIDI music and it was in that moment I thought to myself – I want to do that, I want to be a musician.
Well, it’s been more than 20 years since that night and I’ve remained a fan. Though the musician bit didn’t pan out, I still have an obsessive love affair with music and my roots run deep in the ‘big hair days’. I continue to be surprised to see who of my ’80s heroes keep making music but I’m beginning to think that groups like Depeche Mode won’t really ever die. Somehow they’ll find a way to keep on being part of the airwaves.
The boys from Basildon are back and here’s a taste of their new album:
Reading and I have always had a love/hate relationship. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I hate reading. I just wish I could clone myself so I could read without the expense of time and there are mechanical gyrations of the actual handling of a book that I don’t like. Also, traveling with books always limits how much print I can consume on a given trip. In the case of traveling, I’ve done things, like leave books behind once I’m done with them or I’ve given them to fellow travelers just so I wouldn’t have to carry them.
In spite of the promise of eReaders making things vastly simpler, I have been a late adopter to this whole idea. Partly because I didn’t see how I would integrate an eReader into my workflow and mostly because it seemed that the expense isn’t worth the promise… Well, Karen was the first to jump on the bandwagon and decided that I would enjoy it if I just gave it a chance. She bought me my first Nook eReader in 2011 and I have to admit that for the most part the silly little device has opened up yet another avenue in which I can lose copious amounts of time to a single endeavor. I didn’t realize how much more I would read if things were as easy as a single-press purchase or if I had the ability to read books on my phone.
Now, as I add books to my wish list about as quickly as I add films to my Netflix queue I begin to wonder whether I should start to look at the expense in any way… in 2012 I was surprised to see that I managed to read 23 books and I haven’t made a real dent in my wish list. I’m also experiencing the problem of getting a never ending list of recommendations from friends and the internet. Now more than ever, the cloning thing seems like a better idea.
So, am I a believer in tablets as eReaders? Well, not necessarily. I will always reach for my laptop long before I reach for my tablet for computing chores. And I hate having to think about bringing one more thing with me on trips, but I will admit that for reading, an eReader has all those devices beat hands down. As far as ergonomics goes though, I still hate having to prop something up or hold it while I read. One of these days I will find a way to build and market ‘The Capsule’. This will simply be a clear stand that you can prop over your head so that you can rest your reader on it (height adjustable, of course). The Capsule will also include a Bluetooth or wired remote that will plug into your reader allowing you to flip pages without touching the device. I know it sounds very lazy… but don’t knock it until you get to try it. Much like having a TV attached to the ceiling, this type of setup will grant you hours of reading without the pain of holding something in your hands.
If you enjoy reading, I highly recommend either a Kindle or Nook or Tablet. If you’re like me, you’ll find that you will make more time to read and it will be easier to make the time. Finally, if you have a book you think I’d enjoy, pass it along. I always enjoy a good recommendation.
It’s been almost a decade since I was entranced by a small film, made almost entirely by a recluse story teller and filmmaker. That film was called ‘Primer’. I have since watched that film many times over trying to solidify my understanding of the story line and perhaps come across new aspects of the story line that I had missed.
Since the release of Primer I have waited for another story and I have hoped that it would captivate me as much as the first…