| July 25th, 2009 |
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I didn't address the topic immediately--the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11 comes but once, after all--but the second half of vacation did go extremely well. The only real low point of the visit was visiting Grandma Hahn; everything else went splendidly, especially the Finger Lakes Wine Festival. Mom & Dave got to meet Courtney's folks for the first time, and everyone got along great! Very exciting... apart from some mostly amusing, slightly embarrassing toga party pictures. If anything, they've convinced me of my need to be more proactive about my weight, which kinda zoomed up quickly over vacation. It's coming back under control now, but I've got some work to put in on the matter to get to the weight I want.
One thing that should help me with that is taking care of my feet. I worked about 11.5 hours yesterday, so I got out of work early today and found a podiatrist to visit. When I talked with the podiatrist--who is apparently one of the best in the country, he's been on the news to talk up advances in his profession--I told him there were two reasons why my left foot hurt. One was that I'd dropped a brass statuette of a tuba player on top of it last night while watching a thunderstorm. The other was that I had an ingrown toenail that was bothering me.
He shot up my toe with some local anesthetic and left the room for a few minutes, allowing me to surreptitiously poke at it and amuse myself with the tingly-but-not sensation of feeling nothing. He came back and trimmed the nail, cleaning the area while we talked about his new 300 lbs. grill that cooks whole chickens in six minutes flat. I received my care instructions, and went into the lobby to finalize things.
The nurse receptionist told me I needed to schedule an appointment ten days from now. As a reminder, she jotted a note on the back of a business card: TEN DAYS.
As I hobbled to the car with a toe-sized rock in my shoe, I thought about toying with Courtney when she got home, showing her the card and telling her that's how long the podiatrist said I had to live. After deciding that this would be mean, it then occurred to me: what if that joke came true? How would I spend my last ten days, if I knew that's what I had left?
In short, I think there'd be a lot of family & friend visits, a skydiving adventure, and a day of watching my favorite movies with friends. I'd have two full weekends, which wouldn't be a bad way to end things, and day ten would be on a Monday, which would somehow be ironic.
After further reflection while starting to write this, I counted backwards ten days. Ten days ago, I posted an entry while on vacation; if it had been ten days from then, today would be it. Would I be pleased with how I spent my time? Overall, yeah, I think I generally would... but there's always room for improvement.
Out of curiosity, I looked up the antibiotic I've been prescribed to combat the infection: Levaquin. Interestingly enough, the first line of the Wikipedia entry says that it is "used to treat severe or life threatening bacterial infections." Most interesting, though I figure it was prescribed more because of certain other antibiotic allergies.
In other news: wedding prep is continuing to gear up... literally. Courtney reports that she purchased a wedding dress on Thursday, while friend Steph posted links to some very amusing videos of wedding dances. Absolutely incredible stuff, and very inspiring; I hope our wedding is equally awesome, if not more so.
Japanese researchers have noted that human beings emit small amounts of visible light. This makes sense if you think about Planck's Law and black body physics for a while; what really interests me is that the Japanese developed a technique to measure these handfuls of emitted visible photons without sticking people in a supercold room.
Discovery Channel Online has a brief article about the discovery of an altar to a mysterious unknown deity at an ancient Roman fort. Of the names provided in the article for the deity, Gozer the Gozerian is conspicuously absent. Who ya' gonna call?
Film Score Monthly is releasing a full length remastering of the "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan" soundtrack. Apparently James Horner was 28 years old when he wrote the score. Both these facts are very, very cool.
Best of Wikipedia. Neato.
I'm very amused by the tone of this review of a popular DC restaurant, Citronelle. Best line: "we’ve rarely heard potato speak so clearly, nor have we liked what it had to say so much." Oh yes... the potatoes talk to me, too... they're saying nasty things about the carrots, and they want you to know that the celery hates your pretentiousness. Also, why the harshness toward 1789? Our experience there last year was more than satisfactory, or so I thought... I must not have enough indy cred to truly understand. Sob.
Okay, that's enough distraction and note-sharing for now. Enjoy!Current Mood:  semi-pain-numb-tired What I'm hearing:: "Don't Stop Me Now" - Queen |
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