Moyers Special

I just finished watching the 90 minute Bill Moyers special, Buying the War, online.

Moyers has always been a good jounalist and the producer and editor he used to put this piece together, have done a terrific job. At each step of the way to war, the media’s role is highligted.

Meanwhile, I want a subscription to a Knight Ridder paper.

Transplant

A few days ago, I mentioned going into another medical hole . What I was talking about, is getting a kidney transplant. I have a friend who is willing to donate a kidney and we both have had a number of medical tests to go through. My friend has about 3 more tests and if all works out, we can proceed. If the test do not work out, it means I will have to stay on dialysis, which I have been on for a year. My biggest fear at the moment is that my friend will not pass all the tests. I dare not even fantasize not being on dialysis.

How Often?

I’m having trouble sleeping. So, I’m thinking… Why don’t I make a commitment to writing something in this blog everyday? That’s too much, I reason. I’ll fail to do that and then won’t write at all. The compromise I’ve come up with is, every other day... at least. How will this effect my other blogs? I”m not sure.

I’ll start today.

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Bradley BeachTrying out uploads… especially photos: well, that seems to work nicely. I have no idea, how to move the picture to the right.

Okay, I got that to  works.  I’ll  have to play with it, or look it up. to get more information.

Where it all started

Saturday morning. Looking at the screen and asking myself where to begin. That’s the problem with keeping things in for so long… It all gets jumbled and priorities are lost.

Well, I guess this period of my life can be aeen as starting when I had my first VTach experience. At that time, despite my brovado, I began to feel scared. A part of my body that had never caused problems in my youth, was acting strangely. People around me were acting scared. Lots of serious faces, furrowed brows. I became accutely aware of how my heart was beating, and my own fear started to overshadow the fear of the people around me.

It’s not like the movies. I mean there is no dramatic event with swelling violin music in the background. It’s just beeping noises and a slow diminishing of my body’s capabilities. I’m not talking about the experience of getting shocked to make my heart slow down – That’s pretty dramatic even without the music (and it hurts).

All of a sudden my strength is less,… walking becomes a chore and nurses drift in and out of sight. And the kicker is that after all that time, when I’m starting to feel better (hell, I even started another blog), I’m about to enter another medical hole.

New Blog

Well, this is the new blog. No sense in waiting for it to look perfect before writing.

The reasoning for this one has to do with being open. In this blog, I will make no conscious effort to hide my true feelings or thoughts about things. That is what the name and tagline indicate. The thoughts that sort of skim across my mind are no longer safe from being exposed. This is quite an experiment because I will know when I type, whether I am bullshitting myself or not.