Archive for February, 2007

Update on my organism

I think I am dying.  I really do.  Well not really. But it hurts a lot.  I’m going to try to get into doctor tomorrow.  People have suggested the ER.  I’m a McAlpine.  We don’t do the ER.  One time my brother broke both his arms and my mom didn’t believe him, so he had to sit all night with frozen brocolli on his arms.  He started crying the next day, so finally we took him to the doctor.  Really, with 5 kids, all of whom have been a little reckless, you’d think there would have been at least one visit.  But no.  We’re tough.  We don’t do ER’s.

On a different note, the BBC just interviewed a guy in Sarajevo that I played volleyball with every week.  I don’t know that that’s  too cool as the interview was about how BiH just got totally hosed.  I feel like Bosnia has become something similar to the kid growing up in the projects.  Some folks tell them to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, move on, work hard and make something of themselves.  In reality, they never experienced anything but corruption or war.  I guess you could say the were shining in the 70 and 80’s, but that was like a drug enduced high, followed by a major hangover.  Anyway, my point is that you can’t look at a kid in the projects and without equipping him, tell him to succeed.  At the same time, you can’t take a broken, corrupt nation and not only tell them to succed but also tell them that their greatest tradgedy just happened and that there’s no one at fault.  Kids in the projects get hosed by the system.  Victims of war crimes, well, I’m not real sure what they get hosed by other than a bunch of hoity toity diplomats whose hearts are clearly not engaged in what they do for a living.  To everyone at the Hague: get a heart; quit screwing people over in the name of your jacked up idea of diplomacy.

That’s all.  Now I will lay in my bed and watch Will and Grace.  And hold my stomach becaust it really hurts a lot.

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Cruel jokes

So…I was fortunate enough to experience a full 24 hours of relative health.  My voice still sounds a little wonky, but oh well.  I wish it was a cool sexy smokers voice, but, well, anyway…

Back to the point.  I’m sick again.  My stomach hurts so bad I want to curl into a ball and die.  And I’m done playing nice.  i.e. I’m out of pepto.  Now I’m going to fight fire with fire.  Back to every bad decision that’s ever caused me to be sick, starting on the healthiest rung of the ladder – spicy Indian food.  If that doesn’t chase out what ails me, I’m not sure what will.

The doctor probably has some good ideas.  Like say, Nexium.  But at $110 a bottle, I think I take it my route first.

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On being ill…

I got a nasty case of stomach flu during the US Open when I was living in Sarajevo.  Besides that, the only reasons I’ve thrown up since grade school have been directly related to my own bad decisions.

Now as you deal with that TMI of the day, please feel sorry for me.  I am in the midst of my SECOND round of stomach flu for 2007.  I hate it.

If praying is something you consider a habit, I’d really appreciate your prayers (or well wishes) for quick healing and lifted spirits.  It’s the kind of thing where you’ve just got enough other stress and drama and things to do that being sick on top of it is way too much to take.  It makes me want to cry.

And now I will return to the  prone position as sitting or standing for too long is, well, a bad decision for today.

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Go Balkans! (act II)

This one goes out to Croatia.  Seriously, how can you not love the former-Yugoslavia.  They completely kill me.

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