We are fortunate. I was fasting this morning. I had scheduled blood work appointment for the new primary care provider, as a baseline, I suppose. There were several people in the waiting room trying to get the blood drawn at quest diagnostic services. Many people were there for many different reasons I guess.
Last night, we went to the Lakeland Center, to see David Tutera, a wedding planner guy on a TV show. He was giving a speech on “Dream Bigger” or something similar. There appeared to be many women there. We ended up leaving before the production was over with, I got too tired. It was pretty cool, all in all. I’m not sure about the size of the youkey theatre, what the capacity was, but many of the seats were probably offered through groupon, or other internet venues. The theatre was moderately full, from what I could see.
We ate at Doc Ford’s Rum Bar and Grille at Fort Myers Beach just before the bridge to go over on the barrier island. The fish, from the fish sandwich without the bread, was good. The waiter probably doesn’t get requests like that very often, but who knows, it is easier to eat without the bread. Since our surgeries, we can’t eat very much anyway. We did have the Banana Bread Pudding with ice cream wich was pretty good. There was live music which played while we ate, which was enjoyable, and seeing the big boats was pretty nifty. The awesome weather was very nice. I guess Randy Wayne White own two of the Doc Ford’s Bar and Grille establishments. We haven’t yet been to the establishment on Sanibel Island, but who knows, adventure may hold some excitement. The fiction writer Florida protagonist is a pretty good motif–it is kind of similar to the Travis McGee series.
I like that there are grocery stores at which most of us can go to, in order to choose foods from shelves. So much of our society centers around making choices. I like what one of my co-workers was told once, “It is a free country, you can do or not do just about anything.” I guess there are consequences which go along with choices made. The other night, we were at International Plaza, and people watching. There were a number of women in tall heels. Presumably, people went drinking after work, and as such, they dressed up in order to go drinking, maybe to be seen and admired. We have gotten some foods, and some clothes lately. I like the Dr. Shoale’s socks from Walmart. I like the ankle socks. Finding enough pairs of ankle socks can be tricky. We’stopped at 4 walmarts, and a super target today while we were looking for a few items.
My latest and greatest iMovie is now available on YouTube. You can view it at:
TBI Survivor Marty #13
As a librarian, I’m kind of pleased with the look inside feature of the amazon.com web site which allows for the perusal of the first portion of a book without having to commit to making a purchase. Some of the recommendations seem pretty interesting as well.
Best American Essays 2011
Best American Travel Writing
Best American Mystery Stories
Best American Nonrequired Reading
Each of those were the 2011 editions, I don’t really get why I’ll want to pay more than the cost of the paperback for the digital edition. Granted, that the storage of a digital library is much easier than physical copies of books, even paperbacks, but still.
March is TBI awareness month. Supposedly there are around 1.5 million TBI’s per year. There are also 3.1 million individuals who are disabled (and living with a disability) because of TBI. I couldn’t really get my head around that, but maybe many of the 1.5 million TBI’s are “just” concussions which under normal circumstances wouldn’t likely cause significant disability. My own TBI was a severe variety, comatose 53 days, hospitalized 49 days. I was on Dilantin as an anti-seizure medicine until I attempted suicide by taking about 3 times the normal dosage, I then had ice cream, which I suppose slowed the dissolvation of the pills, and when I told my mom, she got me to an emergency room, they gave me ipecac, and that tasted bad, and I threw up the pills. I think it was determined then that I needed to not be on Dilantin. That was a long time ago. Growing up with limitations caused by the TBI (slow speech, left side weakness, reduced effective executive functioning, and some other “typical right frontal TBI” impacts on social skills). Junior high was lonely, high school was lonely, I did okay academically. I had an apple II c with a 300 baud modem, and connected to the world of computer mediated communications (BBSes at the time) I enjoyed the interaction at a higher level than I usually experienced when people were dealing with me face to face. At Florida State University, I discovered the internet. I was away from home, and had some interaction with some vocational rehab counselors who wanted to get Marty trained so that he could get a job, and not be on SSDI, or whatever system. I ended up getting an undergraduate degree in Religious studies, and a Master’s Degree in Library Science. With the Library degree, I was working in a medical library at a VA Hospital, and because I was touching computers, showing people about the internet and stuff, the head of the computer department offered me a job working with computers at the VA Hospital. I’ve been employed at the hospital for 17 and a half to three-quarters years by now.
I conclude in my observations, that suicide doesn’t really solve problems. It leaves holes. Nature abhors a vacuum, so holes get filled, but people who care really can’t understand. I conclude that there’s probably some internal dialogue that goes on, some trying to make sense of things.
I enjoy going to disney, and observing others have fun. I also like walking around at Epcot. I don’t drive, and I live in close proximity to the VA Hospital where I work. I usually walk home. I am Married. I met my wife at the Florida Aquarium in Tampa on one of the days that temporary workers (my status at the time) for the federal government weren’t to report to work (the government shut down). We started as boyfriend girlfriend, but 10 months later, we were married. We eloped, my mom was talking about wanting to get a flutist for the wedding, and my future wife thought that Flutists were over the top. We went on a cruise as a honeymoon.
Life is given to us so that we may experience it to the best of our ability. Our capacity for experiencing life can grow, as can our understanding. We can have fun.
When I was younger, I used to like swimming, I’ve had somewhere near 9 sets of tubes in my ears as I was younger. On or about near my seventeenth year of life, I went to have Tympanoplasties (reconstruction of the ear drums). My left ear was presumably bad such that the surgeon did a mastoidectomy to remove some of the infection laden passages. I recently was curious as to how many other people had that procedure done, and there is at least one other guy who had the procedure done, and put up a picture of himself with the bandage around his head.
I’m sure that I had my head all bandaged up in a similar matter, and whatnot.
I’m now 41 years old, and my left ear ache has pretty much been eliminated, but I still experience significant drainage from my left ear. I for the most part, lately have accepted that part of the maintenance routine is for me to see an ENT professional about every 6 months or so, if there’s no big issues. Recently, I switched ENT’s and the new guy wants me to do ear drops for 2 weeks to hope to clear up drainage, which I sort of just regard as a chronic problem. The antibiotics have gotten better since I started with this. I guess I’m allergic to penicillin, so I am prescribed other antibiotics. The drainage isn’t too much of a big deal to me. But my wife seems to think it’s a bigger deal. The ear pain is a big thing, but it usually doesn’t affect the left ear. Lately, there have been a few times where there’s a pain in my right ear. I try to stay on top of that with the ear drops, and keeping the ear pain free.
I am fortunate that there aren’t too many other complicating medical conditions with me. There is the Traumatic Brain Injury, but I adapt, and keep trying to improve.