Not much to report here. The eye is slowly getting better. I have an appointment with Dr. Bright, now that's not a made up name, and he will hopefully tell me I can stop putting the damn drops in my eyes. I'm grateful for them, but its like anything that's good for you that you have to do - eventually you get tired of it.
It was a frustrating day at work today. A lot of different orders from different sources - in a way its mostly no one's fault because of the rather odd situation we find ourselves in at work this year. But at the same time its frustrating to have to deal with the uncertainty of a rule that can change 3-4 times in one day. But I endure.
There you go - no deep topics, no witty (or attempts to be witty) monologue.
Observation on Life: if you don't sleep, you get tired.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
CSI: BFE
I’ve been awake since 3 this morning so forgive me if my thoughts are not exactly lucid.
While watching the news this morning there was an interesting story that left me in a perplexed state (more so than usual). After being dropped off in a remote location a couple of lumberjacks were attacked by a grizzly bear; one of them (presumably the slower one, in the vein of the comedian joke where two or more people are in the woods being chased by a bear “I don’t have to outrun the grizzly, I just have to out run you”) was mauled (he’ll be fine, hence the jest). That, in and of itself, is not exactly perplexing.
What’s left me perplexed is the comment from some guy (who’s name/title/reason for being quoted remain unclear to me) who said they’re going to go out in the woods and try and track down this bear. The bear, because it had the temerity to attack a human, will be killed.
The perplexity of the situation strikes me here – how’re they going to know they have the right bear? My wife, the answer to all my rhetorical questions, points out that as bears are territorial there’s a chance that if they find the spot where the attack happened it was probably in the territory of the next bear they find. Me, I says that’s circumstantial evidence.
I’m not a tree hugger, I wouldn’t even hug a tree hugger, but I have a keen sense of justice. I’d like to be sure this is the bear that attacked the man. Due process must be followed. We need to take this bear’s paw prints and run it through the system to see if this bear has committed any previous offences, take a swab (good luck with that one) and run that through UDIS (Ursine DNA Index System), match the bear claw to the claw marks on the victim – all the things they do on CSI. We need to make sure we have the right bear.
If this bear had robbed a 7-Eleven (for the bear essentials… sorry couldn’t resist) or had held up a liquor store, I would be the first guy to grab a pitch fork or a flaming torch to go after this monster. As it stands however, these lumberjacks were in the forest, in the bear’s territory, so maybe the bear thought someone was trying to pull a B&E on his winter stash.
I feel bad for the guy but he’s still alive and will recover.
I feel worse for the bear who will be hunted down and killed because we, as a species, encroached on his territory.
Observations on Life: It’s a bad time to be a bear.
While watching the news this morning there was an interesting story that left me in a perplexed state (more so than usual). After being dropped off in a remote location a couple of lumberjacks were attacked by a grizzly bear; one of them (presumably the slower one, in the vein of the comedian joke where two or more people are in the woods being chased by a bear “I don’t have to outrun the grizzly, I just have to out run you”) was mauled (he’ll be fine, hence the jest). That, in and of itself, is not exactly perplexing.
What’s left me perplexed is the comment from some guy (who’s name/title/reason for being quoted remain unclear to me) who said they’re going to go out in the woods and try and track down this bear. The bear, because it had the temerity to attack a human, will be killed.
The perplexity of the situation strikes me here – how’re they going to know they have the right bear? My wife, the answer to all my rhetorical questions, points out that as bears are territorial there’s a chance that if they find the spot where the attack happened it was probably in the territory of the next bear they find. Me, I says that’s circumstantial evidence.
I’m not a tree hugger, I wouldn’t even hug a tree hugger, but I have a keen sense of justice. I’d like to be sure this is the bear that attacked the man. Due process must be followed. We need to take this bear’s paw prints and run it through the system to see if this bear has committed any previous offences, take a swab (good luck with that one) and run that through UDIS (Ursine DNA Index System), match the bear claw to the claw marks on the victim – all the things they do on CSI. We need to make sure we have the right bear.
If this bear had robbed a 7-Eleven (for the bear essentials… sorry couldn’t resist) or had held up a liquor store, I would be the first guy to grab a pitch fork or a flaming torch to go after this monster. As it stands however, these lumberjacks were in the forest, in the bear’s territory, so maybe the bear thought someone was trying to pull a B&E on his winter stash.
I feel bad for the guy but he’s still alive and will recover.
I feel worse for the bear who will be hunted down and killed because we, as a species, encroached on his territory.
Observations on Life: It’s a bad time to be a bear.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Eye Eye Eye! (Ahoy oi there!)
If I’m well enough to work, I’m well enough to blog, though whether or not I’m well enough to work is a debatable point. Nevertheless, here I be.
It’s been pretty close to a month since my last post saying I couldn’t really read enough to blog, and that’s sort of mind bloggling (it’s blog related ergo bloggling). When you’re sitting in the dark in the house watching American Justice and too much Cold Case Files time flows together and I’m only now coming back into a world where I have to keep track of such a mundane thing as: the date.
For those of you that don’t know, I had a flare up of my Iritis, which is an inflammation or swelling of the iris of the eye (though I still think it sounds like the Latin verb ‘to write” (conjugate: I writus (I write), I wrotus (I wrote). It’s painful. The pain is tolerable. The vision is the problem.
At first it goes blurry and reacts badly to sunlight. Then you start treating it with a steroid drop and it goes blurrier and you start to see spots. Then when the steroids don’t work from drops, you get the joy of having a needle in the eye (more on that in a sec) and there are more spots, and then when you’re “better” you still have a lot of spots and now some mini “blind” spots (ha! Accidentally wrote mini bling spots… little dollar sign floaters)
The Needle: Initially when the iritis flared up I thought I was going to have to get a needle right away, and I was ready for it. But after the first appointment turned out to be needle free I thought I might get off the hook. 2nd appointment however proved me wrong. The needle in the eye is uncomfortable (they freeze it first so its not, you know, like tortuous) but even worse than that in my opinion is the 2 minute window between the time when Herr Doc says: “I need to schteek a needle inkz your eye” to the point where he comes back with it. That’s one of those situations where the mind runs at a frantic pace in all directions at once.
Blog may not make much sense, but it first one after long time. Gimme break.
Observations on Life: Anything you need to know about life you can learn from The Wiggles. In one episode alone I learned about levering AND that’s its possible to come wash your face in a frying pan and comb your hair with a wagon wheel.
It’s been pretty close to a month since my last post saying I couldn’t really read enough to blog, and that’s sort of mind bloggling (it’s blog related ergo bloggling). When you’re sitting in the dark in the house watching American Justice and too much Cold Case Files time flows together and I’m only now coming back into a world where I have to keep track of such a mundane thing as: the date.
For those of you that don’t know, I had a flare up of my Iritis, which is an inflammation or swelling of the iris of the eye (though I still think it sounds like the Latin verb ‘to write” (conjugate: I writus (I write), I wrotus (I wrote). It’s painful. The pain is tolerable. The vision is the problem.
At first it goes blurry and reacts badly to sunlight. Then you start treating it with a steroid drop and it goes blurrier and you start to see spots. Then when the steroids don’t work from drops, you get the joy of having a needle in the eye (more on that in a sec) and there are more spots, and then when you’re “better” you still have a lot of spots and now some mini “blind” spots (ha! Accidentally wrote mini bling spots… little dollar sign floaters)
The Needle: Initially when the iritis flared up I thought I was going to have to get a needle right away, and I was ready for it. But after the first appointment turned out to be needle free I thought I might get off the hook. 2nd appointment however proved me wrong. The needle in the eye is uncomfortable (they freeze it first so its not, you know, like tortuous) but even worse than that in my opinion is the 2 minute window between the time when Herr Doc says: “I need to schteek a needle inkz your eye” to the point where he comes back with it. That’s one of those situations where the mind runs at a frantic pace in all directions at once.
Blog may not make much sense, but it first one after long time. Gimme break.
Observations on Life: Anything you need to know about life you can learn from The Wiggles. In one episode alone I learned about levering AND that’s its possible to come wash your face in a frying pan and comb your hair with a wagon wheel.
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