Woke up this morning feeling great! Slept until 7:00 a.m. and didn’t even hear the radio come on at 6:00 a.m. Banged out this post and yesterday’s, post-dated, and decided to turn this into some kind of on-line thing.
As I have always done, I walked up all three (3) flights of steps this morning in city hall, two steps at a time, and wasn’t any more winded than I can remember. So maybe my red blood cells are still in good shape and number. Here’s hoping they will not be crowded out too soon by those pesky, deranged lymphocytes. Thank you, God, for lymphocytes but can you dial back on the screwed up DNA a bit?
I need to talk with my HR benefits specialist sometime soon to find out about retirement survivor benefits. MJ and I are thinking it would be far better for her to get long-term compensation than a short-term life insurance pay out. Lots to discover!
Spoke to the NC Retirement system people and found out we have options for death benefit and survivorship. Dinner conversation tonight with my lovely wife.
For some reason I have this nearly uncontrollable desire to tell all my co-workers up here that I have LGLL. When I ponder this desire rationally I come to two conclusions for its source. 1) I want everyone to feel sorry for me and shower me with compassion, or 2) I just want to get it out there so we can all get over it sooner and life can get back to normal…before it becomes abnormal.
Option 1 is unadulterated bullshit. While my emotional self may want sympathy and compassion, my intellectual self doesn’t expect or want anything in the world to change because of what’s happening in my blood. I mean, sure, a little understanding and compassion is nice, but I don’t want everyone to start asking me every day “how are you feeling?” or “can I do anything for you?” “Yeah, if you want to do something for me, buy me a winning lottery ticket when it’s at $500 bazillion so I can give it all away to charities.” Seriously, what the fuck am I gonna do with it? I’d much rather some poor, young schmuck who will live to be 100 get some of it and learn a life lesson of paying it forward. And it sure would be nice to give all my kids and wife a buttload of money each so they could tell the world to fuck off if they wanted to. Alas, I’m just not feeling that in my Kharma so this option can go to hell. Option 2 makes a lot of sense and is clearly a more rational approach so I’ll give it some more thought before implementing.
Just got a call back from Wake Forest Baptist Health and it seems they WILL be doing some blood work to make sure Novant didn’t miss something…or find something they shouldn’t have. “Oh, Mr. Turner, we accidentally mixed your blood work up with someone who just passed away from cancer of the health care delivery system. We’re so sorry you were mis-diagnosed. Have a nice life.” At any rate, this is good news, even if I hear the same bad news.
Now here’s an irony for you. I got a call from the Red Cross asking me to schedule a blood donation. “Sure, I’ve got lymphocytes to spare. Call all your friends!” But, I didn’t really say that. I told them that I was recently diagnosed with something that should exclude me from donating any more blood for the time being. But I did tell the lady I may get some of that blood I’ve given back. Transfusions in my future? Highly likely.
About Me
- Wayne Turner
- I was born, raised and went to school in eastern NC. Too immature at 17 to comprehend the seriousness of university life, I dropped out after two years and joined the Air Force. I spent two years of my four year military career in Germany, which I enjoyed immensely. I completed my Bachelor's Degree at Guilford College in 1985. My first career was in the computer field where I did everything short of design one. I've spent the last 30 years in the environmental field working for local governments. In December 2017 I retired from full time work. My overdeveloped sense of fairness and justice lands me on the liberal side in my political views. I think government plays a large role in social responsibility in a civilized state. I believe in the innate compassion and goodness in everyone despite the daily news reports to the contrary. My genetic predisposition for generosity in nearly all things is sometimes a source of future angst. I've been a musician and still have a deep love of music. I am naturally curious about all things especially metaphysics and science.
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