Need I say more?
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Friday, October 5, 2018
Me: "I have a toothache that's really bad and it's not going away."
Dental appointment not available for 3 days but dentist prescribes antibiotic, which alleviates some pain.
Next day's dermatology appointment for suspicious leg spot whacking (initial basal cell carcinoma, final report = all clear): Dermatologist: "It took a little longer because you needed 12 stitches."
(WTF? The spot was the size of a pea!)
"Here's the antibiotic to take."
Susan: "That's different than the one the dentist has him taking."
Dermatologist: "My prescription outranks the dentist's."
2 days later, dentist says tooth is bad, doesn't think a 3rd root canal will solve anything, extraction scheduled with oral surgeon. Extraction done painlessly, thanks to paying $750 out-of-pocket for IV anesthesia ("Your insurance covers it only if you have 2 teeth removed. Is there another tooth you'd like to have removed?")
Oral surgeon: "This is the antibiotic you need to take."
Susan: "That's different than the one the dermatologist has him taking for that hole now in his leg."
Oral Surgeon: "My prescription outranks the dermatologist's."
When two MDs conflict, Susan consults the appropriate authority, The Pharmacist: "One prescription is for oral germs, one is for skin germs. Take both and take PeptoBismal with them."
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
|Robert Capa, photographer, Normandy Beach , June 6, 1944|
While we travelled the 12 miles to the shore line, the dawn came up... Everyone soon was experiencing the pangs of seasickness, wanting to get off that pitching and rolling boat no matter what might come next. You couldn't stick your head over the side, so everyone was vomiting in the boat. I positioned myself right at the front as I believed it was essential that the members of the command be first on the beach...
In our craft we could feel the bottom scrub some sand and jar to a grounded halt. Obviously the boat had struck a sand bar. I plunged forward, jumped into the dark water, feet first, and was surprised to find I was in eight-foot deep water. My lifebelt brought me back to the surface, already swimming. Soon my feet touched bottom and I was able to begin splashing and running out of the water. Winded, I paused to kneel in the shelter of a steel hedgehog, then lunged ahead and dove into a depression filled with water. Suddenly, my ankle felt as if hit by a baseball bat. I was afraid to stand up for fear of being shot and I was afraid to stay where I was for fear I'd be drowned. Eventually I decided I had to move, and I'd try running and if I could run OK then my leg must not be broken. I hobbled the remaining 50 yards to the shoreline and lay down against the stony rubble. .. There was no one in front of me, beside me, nor behind me that I could see or hear."
|Being interviewed, Normandy, June 6, 1994|
Pops, we miss you.
Saturday, May 26, 2018
His life was not taken: It was given, to his country.
I served in DaNang, Vietnam, from February 1969 to February 1970 and then I came home. The Vietnam Veterans Memorial on the mall in Washington DC has etched on its black surface the 58,318 names of Americans who died during the war there. They came home draped in an American flag. It includes these two names:
Barry Lynn Brown, Killed in Action, Vietnam, 1968.
James Clifford McKittrick, Missing in Action, Vietnam, 1967.
The Department of Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency refers to Maj. McKittrick as "Status: Unaccounted For."
Why are these two men so significant to me? Go here and I'll tell you.
Enjoy your long holiday weekend with family and friends. And the next time you step into a voting booth think carefully about your choice.