Jesse and I have had an unusual week, to say the least. On my end, you never know what exactly you have forgotten to backup until you see it being deleted during your reformat. Specifically, I forgot to backup several hundred fonts and my birthday reminder list on my Firefox. Hopefully, both will not be too painful to reconstruct.
Jesse, on the other hand, knows the meaning of the word “pain”. His facial infection, which the doctors suspect started as a clogged tear duct in his left eye, grew to be so painful and swelled, that we went to the emergency room on Wednesday. As per usual with all services in Nevada, we got seen pretty much right away. (This is a tourism-based state where service is king and you may not find the people exceedingly friendly but, by God, you’ll get served faster than corn dogs at a state fair.) We had a follow-up with our primary care physician on Thursday, who said his antibiotics would still take a while longer to work, and he would not be able to work Friday. Two positive notes: his MRI came back clear and his 100 deg F fever is gone.
Now that his fever is gone, his body can begin to recover. Since his MRI is clear, it means the infection is not moving to his brain. The scary part of a facial infection is this: when you have an infection in your body, it very often moves. In your face, it doesn’t have too many places to go. Me, I’d go to Vegas, or maybe a nice tropical resort. Anyway, Jesse is out of the worst of it. It’ll just take time for the infection to run its course. In the interim, I’ve rented several films for him to watch.
The most horrible part of the process now is the fact he’s been told he can’t be on the computer for more than 30 minutes at a time, else he will strain his bad eye. That went over like a plate of veal at a vegan banquet.
Okay, better topic. I’ve decided on a major: computer science. It’ll be a good fit with my previous degrees, especially my masters. There are a vast array of fields I can work in with a comp sci degree and I’ll have a free tutor at my beck and call every night. I’m not terribly stoked about being behind a desk for eight hours a day. On the other hand, Jesse has proposed getting us a pair of street bicycles, which would help us exercise and get out and about. So it probably wouldn’t be so bad.
There was something else I was going to mention. I can’t recall now and I need to go feed the cats. I leave you now with this:
“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.”
~Doug Larson
