Posts in the “personal” category

Joyful Discipline

Joyful Discipline: Making what appear to be difficult lifestyle choices based on larger goals or intentions.

(“Discipline” doesn’t have to be a negative word.)

Matt Cassel talking about Bill Belichick

Matt Cassel, talking about New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick in this espn.com article:

My rookie year, I got crushed in the back by a corner blitz against the Giants. We’re playing them the next year in the last preseason game. He asks me, “OK, Cassel, what front do they like to bring the corner blitz from?” I had looked it up the night before, anticipating it. I said, “Coach, it’s an over.” And he goes, “Brady?” Well, you know immediately when he goes to the next guy: “Oh, no. Oh, no.” And Brady says, “An under.”

Then Bill goes, “Brady’s right. I don’t want to have to send your mother another note that says, ‘Dear Mrs. Cassel, we regret to inform you that your son got killed being a dumbass.’”

First available

Wow, the first available appointment for the leading doctor on this disease is in February ... 2018.

NURSE (on the phone): Is Wednesday the 14th good for you?

ME: Well, that’s Valentine’s Day, I like to keep that open. Do you have something available on the 15th?

NURSE: I completely understand. Let’s find something on the 15th...

What are mast cells?

MastCellAware.com has this good answer to the question, “What are mast cells?”

I found their website when I was trying to learn about mast cell degranulation. As they state, “Each mast cell contains secretory granules (storage sacs), each containing powerful biologically active molecules called mediators. These can be secreted when mast cells are triggered, leading to allergic and inflammatory diseases.”

Aren’t you forgetting something?

*leaving a doctor’s office*

Nurse: “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Me (flashing back to past failed relationships): “I love you?”

Nurse: “Um, no, the papers you brought in.”

Me: “Oh, yeah, thanks.”

A friend, ready to stab me with an EpiPen

A friend made a surprise trip into town this weekend, and when I started having raccoon eyes and breaking out in hives, she was more than ready to stab me with an EpiPen or two:

“Now?”

“How about now?”

“Maybe now?”

:)

“Mutant” is not the preferred nomenclature

Doctor says I probably have a genetic mutation, like a Ninja Turtle or the X-Men, but with currently unknown, latent superpowers.

Also, “mutant” is not the preferred nomenclature. “Posthuman,” please.