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Posted by Mick on March 22, 2010 – 10:02 pm

The problem with making a vow to blog every day is that you don’t necessarily have something to say every day.  Today is one of those days.

I could take the easy way out and give you some links, sites and items I’ve found recently that looked interesting to me.  I’ve done it before, and I’ll probably do it again, but really I think that’s something I might be more interested in doing on the new and improved CyberMonkeyDeathSquad.com when it goes live in… well, I’m not sure when it will go live, but I trust it will be very soon.

I could do the diary things and blog about what happened to me today.  Nothing really interesting happened, but some days that’s half the fun, trying to find something in my nothing.

Or I could do a stream of consciousness ramble through the synapses.  Anyone want to take a wild guess at what this is?

Tonight is a strange combination of me watching WWE RAW in the background as I ruminate on my mortality and the future of this blog.  Heady stuff to go with wrestling, I guess, but for me it works.  Wrestling is my comfort food.  Wrestling and chocolate.  I need some chocolate.  If you don’t mind waiting a few minutes, I’m going to make some hot chocolate.  If you do mind… deal with it.

See that didn’t take long.  Delicious hot chocolate.  It’s even better when you drink it from a Waffle House mug.  It’s delightful.

That brings us to the future of this blog.  I’m not sure how much longer I will continue with the daily posts.  The sponsor idea was good, but we all know I’m not a marketing guy.  I didn’t actually do any of the things I needed to do to make it work because that’s just not who I am.  In hindsight, I should have found a marketing person to work this with me and cut them in for some of the profits.  It’s not too late to do that, I think we might do that before the start of next year.  It’s an idea.

But that’s not what I meant. for now.  What I meant, for now, is that the daily posts may have lost some of their utility.  I still want, make that need, to write regularly, and I want to keep with the concept of writing daily.  I just don’t know how much longer I’ll do it out of compulsion.  There have been several nights where I wrote only because I made a vow to write every night.  And while that might be admirable, it’s not necessarily a good thing.  I’m wondering, honestly, if it’s productive.

I’m really wondering if it’s good.  I don’t want to come across like I’m fishing for compliments, but that’s really hard to do when you actually are fishing for compliments. To preserve my fragile ego, we can call it “seeking feedback”.

There’s also the matter of the new and improved CMDS.  I’m thinking some of what I’ve been writing on the blog is a bit more appropriate for the website, and while I’m still having to work the day job I can only write so much.

I’m just one man!

Which clumsily brings me to my mortality.  I had a physical today.  I’m the guy who avoids going to the doctor, so this was a big deal.  I’m not afraid of the doctor, I just don’t like going.  It’s a pain in the ass for very little pay off most of the time.  If I’m really sick, I’ll go.

EXAMPLE:  Two of the last times I went to the doctor, I was immediately hospitalized.  Both times I was told if I had waited a few more hours I might have died.  I’m not proud of that fact.  Well, I am, but I realize it’s not something to be proud of.  But I am.  I’m a sick, sick, man.

I hesitate to give you the results, because the blood work is still out, but at this point I have a qualified “all good” from the doctor.  There’s only one slight issue.  My prostate is a little bit enlarged.  Not much.  The doctor hesitated to prescribe treatment.  he actually said I can give you something for it, you can take it or not, it’s your call.  He said this as he was cleaning himself after sticking a finger up my ass.

He’s either the most laid back doctor I’ve ever seen or he’s a cynical, sarcastic bastard.  Either way, I like him.

It breaks down like this.  If you’re a guy, and I are, the tube that carries your urine from your bladder to your toilet, the urethra, passes through your prostrate (that’s the gland that makes your semen).  If your prostate gets all swole, it can interfere with your stream.  The medicine they give you to help with your stream?  Flomax.

When I first saw a Flomax commercial, I thought it was a skit on SNL.  Now I’m living that skit.  I’m also a little embarrassed to admit to you that half the reason I decided to go ahead and take the medicine is so I could tell you that story.

That’s how I make medical decisions.  I have serious issues.

Be good to each other.


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  1. 1. Bryan Said:

    If only Zappa had looked after his prostate too. *sigh*

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