I can understand if nobody reads this since my attention to my blog has been spotty at best. But....what a crazy week it was! I ended up having to spend a couple of nights in the hospital for some tests. I can assure you it wasn't something I planned because they were just super. Almost every business could use some of the 'people skills' exhibited by the staff of St. Lukes. In spite of that...hospitals suck.

The beds aren't comfortable and it is difficult to sleep on your back when you are used to sleeping on your side. You are connected to all sorts of machines and regularly prodded and poked. Dracula's minions stop by all through the night to get him a snack and because my test involved an incision in the upper leg there was an unnatural interest in my groin. Every nurse and doctor who came in the room was overcome with an immediate desire to check my groin. It seemed like some checked it a bit too often. I assure you I am not making any claim to groin uniqueness. In fact, as groins go, it is rather unspectacular. So there were at least 4 doctors who checked my groin as well as four nurses. I got concerned when my groin was also checked by a guy with "Maintainance" on his shirt pocket, the lady from the gift shop in the lobby, and the wife of the guy in the next bed. One guy was waiting for a bus and killed some time by coming up to check my groin. The final straw was when a doctor arrived with candles, a nice bottle of wine, and a gypsy violinist. He wanted to check my groin but only if I checked his too.

Well, I am happy to say, a couple of hours ago I checked my own groin. (Bless me Father, for I have sinned.) It was fine. Except for some new life-sustaining (or quality of life destroying) meds, I am back at the computer with just a blip in my continuing ennui.

Hope everyone is doing well and....

"....think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye."

Rob

No explanation. Just accept my lame excuses (implied) and we'll get on with it. At least I have been diligent in providing new fodder to the readers of My Story. At times I am so overwhelmed by the sheer brass I exhibit; writing about my career as if it amounted to something. Consider yourselves bystanders. I enjoy writing it and if, like someone overhearing a private conversation, you enjoy reading it then there has been some nice reach-around and life is good.

Why do people order Chinese or Thai food and suddenly have the urge to eat with chopsticks? I don't understand that. I had a good friend who was from Taiwan. Watching him use chopsticks was almost a magical experience. He could pick up a single grain of rice as easily as I can dip a French fry in ketchup. I was watching someone in the food court at the Mall eating their Panda Express with chopsticks and HIS dexterity made me hope he had a lot of time for lunch. Use a fork! Chopsticks are great for people born to them, but the western world has invented some better utensils. Spoons being the best. Forks being very good. Knives don't count because they were original invented for killed...not eating. For some guy to sit in the Mall eating Chinese fast-food with chopsticks is ridiculous. After he leaves the Mall he can stop at his rice paddy and take a crap. Then hop in a rick-shaw and hurry home to bind his daughter's feet.

Well....I am glad I am back but not so happy about my cantankerous and judgemental mood.

Robbie