Medical Marvelous Tuesday

Today was better. Yesterday was a waste of the earth's energy, from my point of view; it should never have happened.

My angry, reactive email message to the full board of a client association did not cause quite as much backlash as I expected, though it could still happen. But, from what I can tell, it looks like everyone is feeling a bit sheepish, me included.

So, onward! I've been reading about the Smart car, a tiny European car manufactured under the auspices of Mercedes Benz. I saw one for the first time when I visited Dubrovnik, Croatia in May this year. The news buzz is that it will be distributed in the U.S. in 2007. It gets something like 48 MPG in the city, 70 MPG on the highway. It looks dangerously small...but maybe not.

As I sat in my doctor's office today, for part 2 of my 'annual' physical, I read one of only two magazines in the examining room, Variety (O was the other one...not much choice). The article I read was about Dick Cheney. It painted a picture of a man who is very close to his family...a man who is normal in that sense. It also painted a picture of a right-wing fanatic...more of what I think him to be. The only time I have heard Dick Cheney say anything that sounded remotely compassionate was when he took an opposing position to Bush on the issue of gay rights. The fact that his younger daughter is gay apparently got through to his admittedly tiny 'human' side. I wonder what could get him to come around to the position that '2500 American soldiers should not have been killed in a war that should never have been initiated by the U.S. President.' I doubt he'll ever get there.

Speaking of my doctor visit... It went well. My cholesterol is low. Almost all the lab tests came back looking good. The EKG was strong. The only little issue was what he said was a 'microscopic amount of blood in your urine sample, but it's so small I'm not worried about it.' He wants me to get a colonoscopy and he wants me to see a urologist 'just to be safe.' So, aside from having a huge gash in my chest from bypass surgery a couple of years ago, and another gash in my gut from Crohn's-related surgery about 16 years ago, I am the picture of health (except, of course, that the picture has too much flab on its gut).

All is right with the world...more or less. Except for Iraq, Somalia, Afghanistan, etc., etc., etc. But you get the idea.