So far this week [month?] there’s been a distinct lack of doing stuff outdoors, so today’s photo is from a ride back in February. I like the photo well enough but I hate the utility lines that cut through the middle of it. Yes, through the magic of Photoshop I removed them and the pic looked fine, but it didn’t feel right. I have no problem with retouching images to get rid of sauce spatter on a food photo, the zit on your nose, those nips poking through your wife’s t-shirt, or to make myself NOT look like the poster model for the upcoming, soon to be self-produced movie Dad Bod Gone Wild, Every Day I’m Jigglin’. In other words viva la narcissism! when it comes to spatter, zits, nips, and blubber, but in landscapes and/or documentary style photography I find it creepy and wrong (like hearing your parents talk about sex). So the power lines stay.
Yep, March continues to be the same old, same old cold as f*ck Michigan March with no hardcore changes to come in the weeks ahead. Also in the same old, same old department was the follow up with my hematologist about my blood tests. The results came back as thought: completely normal.
Me: So, just to make sure I understand, the tests show that there is nothing wrong with me, but I’ll need to stay on blood thinners for the rest of my life just in case.
Doctor: Oh, there’s something wrong with you, we just don’t now what it is. At least right now. So yes, you will need to stay on the blood thinners.
Oh well, it was worth a shot to see, and according to the Doc in a few years there might be tests to show why I am prone to DVTs, but for now it’s blood thinners and don’t crash too hard.
Given that most of the patients my hematologist (and oncologist) sees each day are there because of cancer, it was hard to be too upset. A fact that was driven home by the two thumbs up, grinning from ear to ear joy the nurse gave me as she said “All good, no follow up appointments! Yay!” With that it sort of hit me, so I cracked a smile and shot a “Yay!” right back at her. No doubt her job is filled with seeing some patients time and time again, who wish the Doc would say something as easy on the ears as “just take this pill and you’ll be fine.”
I guess sometimes same old, same old isn’t too bad. Now about this weather, shit’s gotta get warm so I can stop the jigglin’!
Later.