The Garden City Pool. Lately, it seems like the people in charge of making decisions there just can’t seem to get it right, even when they are trying extra especially hard. From voucher-gate to the decision to close the pool early on weekends, the management had made some considerable missteps. Events like the recent member appreciation night and the reversal (albeit a bit late) of the early close time on weekends definitely show someone is trying, but without a comprehensive plan in place, it’s worthless.
A new HuffPo article is up. The War On Poverty. The War On Hunger. The War On Discrimination. The War On Racism. We absolutely love to declare war on things here in the U.S. Maybe it’s because “The non-violent police action against racism,” just doesn’t have the same ring to it, or maybe it’s because Americans love to do everything to extremes. You only need look to sports to confirm this. We took rugby, a sport where the players tape their ears down because of the very real chance of those ears being ripped off, decided it was too docile, and created the NFL.
In honor of today, I am reposting my Huffington article called “My September 11th Story.” I live in a suburb of New York City where we were hit especially hard by the losses of 9-11, and this is how it happened for me, minute by minute almost. Read and reflect.
Next year will be the 30thanniversary of my rheumatoid arthritis. An auspicious anniversary to be sure, but I have lived through so much over the tenure of my illness that’s it’s difficult to put into words the full scope of my experiences. There has been a disgusting amount of pain and suffering, but there has also been an equally fantastic amount of learning, meeting people, sharing, and being honored.
My friend Lene Andersen wrote a very informative and entertaining article (as usual), and this one discusses total hip replacement and everything that goes along with it. If you’ve ever wanted to know about what it feels like to have a total hip done, and what things to do and not do, check it out!
The emotional rollercoaster. It sounds like it should be the name of an amusement park ride that evokes such strong feelings that it makes you confess your sins and beg God to grant you safe passage into the afterlife. You know, the kind of ride where you just as soon punch your friend in the face as hug him those first few seconds after you safely disembark. Oh, if ‘twere only true.
So, it looks like I’ll be going under the knife again in just four short weeks. After years of procrastination, it’s time to face the fact that my right ankle can no longer exist in its current state. You wouldn’t think it possible, but a crooked right ankle can affect knees, hips, shoulders, the neck, and, worst of all, the back. My back has been hurting more and more as of late, and it all comes down to the ankle replacement on my right side that somehow, mysteriously, and possibly spontaneously (or so I’m told), became crooked. So, to make a long story short, I now have to undergo another procedure to correct the first procedure. It’s like Russian nesting dolls, I tell you.
Ah, Summertime. The season of baseball, days at the beach, muggy nights, and backyard barbecues galore. Many people look forward to this time of year, and curse the winter with its snow and cold. For me, though, Summer means one thing and one thing above all else – the return of my arch enemy. It’s a fight to the death, and this ice cold foe is always there, ready to drain me of all life force at a moment’s notice. Who is this unholy succubus, you ask? Continue reading “The War Of The Frozen!” »
A few days ago, as I was discussing politics with a friend, I realized something that shocked me. I have always considered myself a republican, and I have always espoused the conservative views that were part and parcel of such an ethos. Amazingly, though, as I was listening to myself debate climate change, abortion, and home-state surveillance, I suddenly realized that the progressive views of the Democratic Party were spewing from my mouth-hole, not the well-hewed tenets of the G.O.P., and even worse, I had no inclination to stop these rogue thoughts from bubbling out. Continue reading “Epiphany of a Republicrat” »
Lately it seems like everyone has been complaining about medical insurance, and how patients like me consistently get left by the wayside and are forced to suffer. Cost is now the defining factor for whether or not a medicine or procedure gets approved for payment. Fortunately, I had been spared from the worst of it as of late, but a few days ago my two-year lucky streak came to an end, and now the sign in my room reads “03 days since the last insurance debacle.”