October 31, 2011

Not a Simple Break

Noelle took a fall at her part time job Saturday off a two foot ladder jamming her femur into the tibia, shattering it so badly the trauma orthopedic doc said it looked like she'd been in a bad car accident.

Today she underwent a four hour surgery with a couple of pounds of screws and plates added to her anatomy. She'll be off her feet a month and it won't be at least until three months before she can walk normally again.


October 28, 2011

Twice in Ten Minutes

Driving home from my late day at work last week, St. Aloysius church on my right was lit up and the parking lot was full. I slowed down a little thinking a kid could dart out in front of me. What if that happened and I hit and injured or killed a child? I imagined it happening. The rest of my life lived out in alcohol soaked guilt. You see in the paper or TV about some poor person hitting a child. What makes me think about that sort of stuff?

I drive on and cut through the business park to Old Henry and catch a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye, running towards my truck from my right. It's a deer and it runs in front of me. I slam on my brakes, narrowly missing it. The damned animal could've ruined my front end.

October 4, 2011

I Was Just Saying

There is a phrase which I've been hearing alot of lately and I don't know what it means. It's like a after thought piece of fluff which follows a statement. The statement is usually derogatory or off color about someone or something. The phrase is "I was just saying"... like what you said sounded stupid or insensitive and it just fell out of your mouth accidentally.

At work in the last month I've received alot of emails that were supposed to have attachments...like a Word or Acrobat document which aren't attached. The email will say something like "here are the monthly figures for September" and there's nothing attached. There follows an email which usually says "duh, I guess it would help if I attached the document." I've heard of separation anxiety. You could call this attachment aversion.

We have weekly AA meetings at the prison with my inmates of which I'm the staff sponsor. We had the usual guest speaker last week. "Hi guys, I'm John and I'm an alcoholic." "Hi John." This guy was telling about his road to addiction and at one point he said that his doctor said that if he didn't quit drinking was going to get "psoriasis of the liver."