Cough Syncope update

I find it interesting that my February 2009 post here is the sixth post in a google search for "cough syncope". Awesome.

I haven't had another episode since my birthday last year. While I did sell the motorcycle, I have promised myself that if I remain in good health and don't have a cough syncope episode by my birthday this year, I'll buy another bike and have a very specific March ride in mind.

Always good to have goals. :)

The negativity of the nomenclature of the nap.

I just got up from a two-hour nap. After getting only 4 hours of sleep last night so that I could be at the park by 6:30 to volunteer for the Healthy Kidney 10K (the winner of which, BTW, set a new course record), I felt like going home, but had to hang around and meet a colleague to meet for brunch and talk about a small job he wanted me to do.

So when I finally got home, I decided to take a nap.

But what is this "take a nap" phrase? Why must we take it? Why can't we give it? That's so much more positive, the idea of giving ourselves a gift of a nap; rather than the negative idea that we have to steal a nap from our day.

Similarly, why do we get our children "put down for a nap"? Why "put down"? That, too, is full of negative connotations. If you apply it to any other breathing animal, it means to have them killed! Is there an unconscious desire amongst all parents that their kid's next nap might be their last? Here, again, we could use a better phrase - GIVE. "I'm going to give Johnny a nap," despite the mob-enforcer overtones, is at least marginally better than "I'm going to put Johnny down."

So today, I GAVE myself a nap.

Or does this entire line of thinking simply signal my transition into old person?

No blogging

Sorry, just can't do it. Many thoughts recently which would be great to work out in these writings, but I just don't have the interest anymore. The time of my life when this seemed important is done now. Many things changed in the latter half of last year and it is such a sharp dividing line between what came before and what comes after.

This was one of the primary means of communicating with my dad. This is how he knew what was going on with me. Realizing that, and with him gone, I don't know who I'm writing for. Maybe it's time to just delete the damn thing.

Well, I'll wait. I'm sure I'll enter some big race and go through a training cycle sometime soon - I'll come back to this as a training diary, nothing more.

two year anniversary

Two years ago, I was diagnosed by my CF doctor w/ diabetes, pending confirmation. Two years, now. Jeez.

Too much going on in my life to blog, and I've pretty much lost the will to do so. Now that Dad's gone, I somehow don't see the point. Anything I want to say to the world is more easily summed up in 420 characters or less in a Facebook status post.

House is nearly done. Looking for a tenant for the big downstairs apartment. Happy with my changes upstairs and I hope I never have to move again.

Working at NYU full-time for a few weeks. Not the best time of my life. I'm also on oral antibiotics right now and that's causing havoc with my system. But I'm trying to avoid IVs until at least the end of April.

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