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I got a lot of flack from a variety of people when I posted the kidney stone picture a couple weeks back. It was gross and stuff, and why would I post it. But you know, I went through some pain for that. It was kind of an accomplishment. And it is kinda neat. At least I think so. So I’ll do it again. Yeah, it is a little gross, but so what.
Ever since the last episode right before Thanksgiving I’ve had occational twinges of pain. Nothing as bad as that first night though. Just discomfort mostly. At worst I’d take one of the Tylenol with Codines that the doctor gave me and it would get better and be gone in a few hours. For awhile. It would happen every couple of days. In between I’d feel mostly fine, although perhaps not 100%.
Thursday evening after work I started to feel a little uncomfortable. Not bad though. Just a little. I was tired though, after not getting much sleep after my flight home the night before. So I went to bed early. Like at 9 PM. I woke up when Brandy came to bed a little before 2 AM. I got up for a quick bathroom trip. But there was some pain. Not a huge amount, but some. And it felt like it was moving a little, and almost out. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, with some help from me and some strategic use of tweezers, I passed another stone. (I know, too much information… too bad!)
It was huge!!! It dwarfed the other one from the other week. (But for some reason it had hurt less… dunno.) I’ve been having kidney stone episodes every couple of years since 1996, but this is the biggest one yet. I know lots of people have bigger ones, and sometimes ones too large to pass that require surgery to get out. But still. OUCH!
After some of the other ones in previous years, Rebecca has said something like “The size of a grape-nut? That’s nothing! Tell me when you pass a watermelon!” OK, so no watermelon. But I did a little better this time. More like the size of a pea. That is it in the picture above, next to the one from Thanksgiving week. See how much bigger? It is also a much different color. That probably means something, but I don’t know what. And while in the picture it looks like it might be soft, trust me, it is a stone. Completely hard and solid.
I am actually amazed how little this one hurt. I hurt a lot more with the little one, and other ones in the past. This one caused twinges over the last two weeks and it did hurt off and on, but when it finally passed, it almost didn’t hurt at all.
Afterwords, it did hurt some, and I took another of the special Tylenols. Since then I have been up. I am getting tired again though. And I need to be at work in a few hours. And the Tylenol has me all groggy. (But pain free!) Now that this one is out, maybe this series of stone episodes will be done and I’ll be OK for a couple of years. Or maybe there will be more next week. Dunno. Guess I should do that follow up with the doctor soon. They were going to give me a refferal to a specialist, but hadn’t done so yet. I’ll call them up later today and get that moving I suppose.
I think I need to go to bed now.
I just saw this news on Drudge. It makes me very sad.
Brudnoy, in cancer’s grip, prepares for end
David Brudnoy’s voice has filled the cars and kitchens of the everyday and the elite for nearly three decades, his thoughts shaping the way tens of thousands of listeners view the world beyond their doors. But yesterday, the radio talk-show host could muster little more than a raspy whisper as he confided that a rare form of untreatable cancer has overwhelmed his body, and he expects to die within days.
”I’m ready,” said Brudnoy, 64, in an interview in his room at Massachusetts General Hospital, oxygen tubes in his nostrils and the light from a picture window highlighting deep caverns that have opened on his face.
”I’ve said innumerable prayers within
tradition and other traditions,” he said. ”I think whatever happens I will be able to contend with it.”
”I don’t believe in pitchforks and harps,” added the declared agnostic.
(via Drudge Report)
I started to listen to David Brudnoy when he first came onto WBZ. Must have been around when I was in 8th or 9th grade when he replaced Larry Glick, who I had listened to on the same station before him. But while Larry Glick was essentially a comedian with a light hearted show on interesting and quirky people, David Brudnoy was all politics. Um… and movies… :-)
But he was not of the ilk you usually hear on talk radio today, with extreme positions and everything cultiovated to cause controversy and to push a political agenda. No, Brudnoy took an intellectual approach. He made sure he knew his facts when he approached a subject, and while he had strident views, would make sure he understood in depth those of his opponants as well. His obvious depth of knowledge and background research set the tone. If you came on with Brudnoy you had to know your stuff, and you had to argue based on reason and facts, NOT on emotion.
I was hooked. From the day he came on the air, until I left for college, I would fall asleep each night listening to David Brudnoy on WBZ Boston.
In a way you could not find anywhere else on radio or television, except perhaps PBS and NPR, on Brudnoy’s show you got long in-depth detailed discussions of the issues of the day. And it was not “dumbed down”. Brudnoy expected… and got… listeners who educated themselves and did their homework and thought through their arguments. If a caller was not able to articulate themselves or defend their argument well, they would only be on a minute or two… but unlike other shows, if a caller was smart and well reasoned and knew their stuff, Brudnoy would sometimes keep them on for the greater part of an hour.
Unlike PBS and NPR’s typical commentators, Brudnoy was not a Liberal. He was not a Conservative either. He was a classical die hard Libertarian willing to take on “both sides”. For me at the time it was a refreshing and eye opening viewpoint that I was not hearing from other channels. I did not know such a point of view existed, and it appealed to me immediately. As I listened to Brudnoy religiously through until my graduation from high school, his style of argument, his intellectualism, and yes, his political views influenced me greatly during my formative years.
Did I agree with everything he said? No. Not even close. I often disagreed violently. In some cases I simply could not believe how someone that seemed so smart on so many things could be so wrong on others. But the process of listening to him, and the way he articulated his viewpoints and backed them up rationally was refreshing and deeply affected how I approached things myself.
Many of the opinions and ideals I formed while listening to the Brudnoy show still guide me today, although perhaps softened a bit with the years. And because of listening to Brudnoy, I got involved in college talk radio at WRCT in Pittsburgh. My time at WRCT, perhaps more than anything else during my college years, is what I would identify as the “critical experience” that formed me in that time period.
Once in college though, I did not listen to Brudnoy anymore. At least not often. With KDKA in Pittsburgh at 1020 and WBZ in Boston at 1030, I just was no longer able to get the station reliably while living in Pittsburgh. I’d still listen occationally when I was visiting DC or Maryland on holidays, but I fell out of the habit. When I later moved to Virginia and later New Jersey and Pennsylvania the schedules were just not right. I never remembered to tune in, and with the FCC letting other stations crowd in on the old “clear channels” like WBZ, it was harder to get good reception. I missed it though.
For the last 10 years Brudnoy has been struggling with health issues of various sorts. He has been close to death many times in those years. After recovering from one of them, he wrote Life is not a Rehersal. Reading this book was my major exposure to Brudnoy since I was a regular listener in high school. It is basically his life story, most of which as a listener I had no inkling. While he made some very bad choices at a few times in his life, he also struggled through a lot, and came out on top, and with his dignity. It did nothing but increase my level of respect for this man.
Over all the years though, I never called into David Brudnoy’s show. I never felt quite worthy. In retrospect, I think I could have been a good caller. But I never felt like I had just the right thing to call in about. Now I regret that.
David, you are leaving with the same self respect and dignity you always showed in life. Aside from family and friends who I have known personally, you are probably one of the biggest influences I have had on my life. I thank you for that. You will be missed.
The comment spamers have started to get me. They got about a dozen old posts over the last couple days. So I am now requireing registration to post comments. Sorry for the inconvienance!
I’m about to get on a plane, they are boarding Zone 4 and I am Zone 5, so I have to shut down. I haven’t fully tested the required registration thing yet. I will when I get home later tonight.
Rebecca’s baby has traveled back in time from the future! I found him!!!
(Well, actually Brandy found him, then told me, and I’m sure Rebecca and Chris already know… after all, he must have contacted them, right?)
Gideon
Band Members:
Gideon Hart – Vocals Guitar Bass Keyboards
Non conventional instrumentation, opium den songwriting, huge guitar tones and hyptonic rhythms are key. Listen up.
Opium den soungwriting. Yup, that has to be the little Morrow, coming back via the DeLorean at 88 mph. He’s just hiding the “Morrow” part of his name to be discreet. I know it has to be the same Gideon Hart, because there can be only one.
So, we (myself, Ivan, Rebecca and Chad) were driving from the DC area to my old house in Pennsylvania. We had been doing Interstates, but near Baltimore, we got off to do some things. Rest stop, food, a little shopping. Then it was time to get back on the highway and continue. Ivan was driving. It was his car. I was navigating. I wasn’t using my GPS, but was going by memory, and was trying to backtrack a route I had taken earlier. I had Ivan turn onto a dirt path going through a construction zone. It was a shortcut to the onramp to the Interstate. I knew it would come out right by where were needed to get on the highway. There were sharp hills and valleys and ditches. and I knew you had to basically go around to thr right, but couldn’t see the way clearly. So I hoppped out of the car and ran ahead to check out the right way in order to make sure I knew how to navigate.
Then I turned around and headed back to the car, and in one of the dips, I suddenly saw just the roof of the car, slowly sinking in a hugh pit of quicksand. The car was almost out of sight and huge bubbles were going “glug glug” from the sides as it sank.
Suddenly, I saw Ivan’s head, then Rebecca’s, then Chad’s. They had managed to get out of the car and were trying to get out the quicksand. They got to the point where they were not sinking any more, but were still chest deep in the mud. I told Ivan I was sorry about his car. I expected Ivan to be very upset, but he was amazingly calm and said it was OK. Meanwhile, Rebecca was pretty upset at me for giving the wrong directions and making them almost die. Chad did not say a word.
And then I woke up.
It is just before 07:00 UTC. I have to wake up around 11:30 UTC to be at work at 13:00 UTC in order to drive to Orlando to catch a 15:45 UTC plane to Newark. I will arrive at 18:11 UTC if all goes according to plan. Then will be at my old haunts in Plainsboro, NJ for a 21:00 UTC meeting with my old co-workers who are now clients. This will be the first of four meetings with clients in the NYC area between Monday and Wednesday. Then I’ll come home.
But we noticed that while the high temperatures are due to be in the 80’s here most of this week, that is not quite so much true in New York and New Jersey. So Brandy and I went out to get a new coat for me that would work with a suit and such. The winter coats I have just weren’t suit worthy. And the last coat I had that really did go with a suit fell apart years ago. So it was time I guess. But I’d completely forgotten about needing warm clothes in the winter. What’s up with that?
Anyway, it is a business trip and I will be with another guy from work, so I won’t have a lot of flexibility to go visit all the NJ/PA/NY friends, but I’ll see a few just because they are who I am seeing for business. Which will be fun.
So anyway, off for a trip.
And I have to be awake in just over under four and a half hours. So I’d better get to bed.
I notice it has been a long while since I last posted anything on news or politics or anything like that. The last time was November 3rd, right after the election. It has been a month. Wow. The main reason I guess was that I was just newsed out. The election was exciting. It was over. It has for the most part been a slow news season since then (with a few exceptions). And I had other things to think about and talk about on the personal front. All that is still true.
But while I don’t have time right now to comment much on them, I found a couple of interesting articles I thought I’d at least post links to. They center on how Democrats are responding to the current “War on Terror” as compared to previous Democratic responses to Germany and France in World War II and the Soviet Union in the Cold War.
An Argument for a New Liberalism: A Fighting Faith
(Peter Beinart, The New Republic)
and a response to it (which I actually saw first):
Liberals and Terrorism
(Kevin Drum, Washington Monthly)
Both are good reads and bring up good points. And you can see some responses from folks that disagree with both of them in the comments after the second article. As usual for comments threads, some are just flames, but a few are well thought out as well and have good counter arguments to the first two.
It is an interesting and thought provoking debate and definately worth the read (including the comments).
Right before lunchtime today I got a very upset call from Brandy.
One of her two pleco fish, which she’d had for around six years, had died overnight.
She had spent a lot of time and effort and love on these two plecos. Gotten them when they were like an inch long. They had grown to over six inches long. They had survived when a disease wiped out all the other fish in her tank in Pennsylvania. They had survived a long harrowing trip from Pennsylvania to Florida in a cooler. They had survived many days without electricity for their water pumps and filters after the hurricanes, and were still thriving.
We’re not sure exactly what happened. He had seemed fine. There had been no signs of problems, and all the other fish still seem fine. He might have gotten stuck behind a rock. But that rock hadn’t moved for months, and there had never been the slightest problem before and they can get out of tight places. Chances are we will never know. In the end though, the reason doesn’t matter, we lost a memeber of the family.
For those of you thinking “its just a fish”… Plecos have personalities and character and interact with each each other and are very charming creatures. They are just nice and sweet, and help take care of the tank by eating the algae that builds up naturally. There were many hours spent watching him do his thing. They are so cute.
He was a sweet pleco.
When I got the news from Brandy I rushed home earlier than I normally do for lunch, and we spent a couple hours mourning and comforting each other, and we buried the poor guy under a bush in the back yard. These guys have been with Brandy for years, and been through a lot with her. It is especially hard on her.
After they lived through everything in the last year and seemed to thrive and be happy, we were so sure they would live for years and years and years. I am so sorry Brandy.
It is a sad day today. And the other pleco is lonely.
Goodbye sweet pleco. We will miss you. You were loved.
Edit: Brandy says I got the wrong pleco. I am so sorry. I tried. But they do look alike. :-( Here is the best picture I had of the correct pleco. He didn’t want to look at me…
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