I was sitting in the traffic yesterday waiting to enter into the highway. It was late afternoon and the streets were jammed. From past experience, I knew I had to get to the lane early and I did that a kilometer before. It’s an odd intersection with only 1 lane going to the highway right after the traffic light. There are 4 lanes. The first 2 curve to the left to another street. The 3rd lane goes to the highway although you can stay on it to go to that other street. The 4th lane is the right lane and it turns right at the lights. What also complicates things is that the cars from the right lane also want to move to the first 3 lanes. I’ve gotten used to cars who just want to cut in right before the lights because they didn’t know or didn’t want to line up early.
Just as it was my turn to go past the light and to the highway, a car on my left pulls up ahead of me to cut into my lane. He can’t because of another car in front of me. Eventually the car in front of me does move. But the car on the left doesn’t move because he’s not sure if I’ll let him in. Another driver leans on his horn and he eventually moves in. As he does, one of the passenger gives me the finger.
A**hole. Do I do what I usually do and chase him down to compare our middle fingers? My right foot was ready to floor it and cut in and out of traffic to get him. But I take a few deep breaths and let it go. Maybe he didn’t know that I wasn’t the guy who honked at him. Maybe he was having a bad day. Who knows but I decided not to let him control my mood for the rest of the day. Eventually I pass him on the highway. I didn’t even bother to look at him or the passengers. I guess I’m becoming a bit more mature.
It’s one of those days. I had a lot of trouble signing on to LinkedIn using their 2 step verification process. When I sign in, I get a text message with a 6 digit code on my phone so I can complete the sign in. Today, that number didn’t show up until much later. By the time I get it, I think it exceeded the time limit. I thought it was a problem with my phone so I rebooted it. I checked LinkedIn help and there isn’t a help desk. I rebooted my laptop and forgot to save a document. I tweeted LinkedIn. I think the problem is with my carrier. I scoured the internet to see if there was a problem. Finally on the 10th or 11th time, I got in. Time lost – 1 hour. In hindsight, I could have done something else. But I was worried there was something wrong with my account.
It’s small stuff like this that seems to throw my day off.
p.s. has anyone had cortisone injections before? I’m curious what your experience was and any side effects or long term effects.
I have good days and bad days. Being out of work makes those bad days worse than they used to be. I do recover. Sometimes it just takes a walk on a nice sunny day; reading a piece of writing; admiring a wonderful picture; listening to uplifting music or eating good food. But it takes longer now and I am feeling more vulnerable.
I’m not looking for sympathy. I just wished there was a way to rebound faster. I need to get moving with life.
The other night, something odd happened as I was about to sleep. I turned off the light beside my bed. The only other light is a faint orange glow from the on/off switch of a powerbar at the floor. I closed my eyes and I saw splashes of colours moving around. There were silhouettes of something short and worm like moving around. I thought I was already in a half awake / half asleep dream world. I opened my eyes and saw darkness. I closed it and all those colours appeared again. I repeated it several times with the same result.
Shortly afterwards, I fell asleep. The next night, those colours appeared again but were almost bleached out. They never showed up again.
Hopefully I’m not going crazy.
I spent the night at the emergency room of my neighbourhood hospital. The hospital wasn’t far from my home and while I could have walked, I decided to take a cab. Besides it was already past midnight. The front door of the hospital was already closed when I got there so I went into the Emergency Room. I’ve been here a few times before so I knew what to expect.
Within minutes, they triaged me, had my EKG done, got my paperwork done and led me past the patients waiting to get in. Some were on stretchers – their ambulance attendants waiting patiently with them. Heart problems gets you front of the line access to the ER.
The rest of the night was uneventful as they tried to figure out what I had. Basically my heart started to race although it didn’t go as fast when I had previous problems with it. The staff was good to me and patiently explained what was going on. They were hesitant to give me the same medication as before because the symptoms exactly fit what I had before. I had a bit of time to chat with a nurse. When he found out I was in IT, he told me his family was all in IT except for him. I told him he was the smart one. We chatted a bit about travel and his work. He had an easy going manner and a good sense of humour which helped to put me at ease. I complimented him on that.
The ER was busy. A man was swearing loudly. The woman beside me had a stroke. Another patient across from the hallway asked for a bedpan. The bed I was on was narrow. Another guy wanted water because he was very thirsty and got angry when he couldn’t have any. Sometime in the middle of the night, the doctors decided to simply give me a double dose of a medication I was currently taking. It took several hours for the meds to work. Before I left, they told me they would follow up on me. I got out around 6AM.
The sky was still dark and the air was cool. The 2 coffee shops on the corner were just getting busy. I passed by a deserted park on the other side of the street. The elderly Chinese women haven’t come out yet for their Tai Chi exercises. A skunk wandered out from the park to the edge of the sidewalk. It kept walking in the same direction. I kept my eye on it just in case it tried to cross the street to say hi to me.
I took a nap later in the morning. My sleep patterns were all messed up. I made a couple of appointments, did some chores and just took it easy for the day. J came by for dinner. I feel fine now but I need to find out what caused this.
I saw some pictures of a relative’s home and it looks incredible. It’s sparkling clean and part of the reason is she’s getting ready to sell it. I’m told with 3 kids they still keep everything neat and tidy. It looks so pristine and could probably be on the cover of some home decor magazine.
Which brings me to my condo which is ahem… the opposite. It’s not a slum but I won’t exactly call it guest ready. If you want to stress me out, just tell me you’re in the neighbourhood and would love to drop in. The other day I had a video call. I cleaned up up my place the night before so it won’t look too bad. I even checked to see what my laptop’s camera could see. Whew…. close call.
I think if I won the lottery, I would buy a second home. One for the sloppy me and one when I need to entertain. I think I need counseling. Or a maid.
He’s a 5 year old boy – a member of my extended family. He also has some psychic abilities. His parents noticed orbs floating around his bed when he was just a baby. A family friend explained to them what they were. When the child could talk, he would sometimes point to an empty spot in the room and say “he’s there” and then “he’s gone”. His parents have been very calm about his ability and don’t make a big fuss out of it. The other day, his parents asked him what he wanted for his birthday. They expected him to say another Lego set. Instead, he told his dad “I want God to bring your grandfather back.”
His father was puzzled and asked if he meant the kid’s grandfather. He said “No daddy, your grandfather, not my grandfather.” His parents aren’t religious and he hasn’t been exposed to any religious teachings. The father’s grandfather passed away years before the kid was born. After a brief chat with their son, the parents find out the dad’s grandfather “visits” frequently.
I thought his ability would diminish as he gets older but maybe it won’t. His grandmother also has some of these gifts. It’s her father who is the one “visiting” his great grandson.
These things have always intrigued me so I find all of this fascinating.