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Cake day: July 13th, 2023

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  • My dad died at 48… my older brother died at 47… as I approached 48 I had quite a bit of anxiety about it. Around age 40 I let my doctor know that I wanted to keep an eye on my heart (that’s what took them both out) and he said that he didn’t see anything wrong with me, but relented. The first thing we did was got a heart scan. It was a $50 imaging cost and even the woman doing the imaging said that she never sees anyone under the age 50 getting that scan, but they did it… and saw that my aorta was slightly enlarged. Then my doctor had me do a sleep study since I’m a snorer. Sure enough, sleep apnea. I got a cpap and both my wife and I are sleeping so much better now. I felt like I was doing everything right and then around the age 42 I started getting consistent heart palpitations. Even when laying down or resting. That’s when I started seeing a cardiologist. She put me on a beta blocker and that fixed the palpitations (or managed them because I’ll likely always be on these meds now). But my cardiologist says that I’m her favorite patient because I’m doing everything right (other than exercising)… with the meds, the scans and the cpap she said that I’m on top of it. And my last 2 scans have shown that my aorta is back to its normal size and I won’t need any other scans for a few years (likely when I reach 55). I turn 49 next month and as much as I was dreading turning 48, I’m really looking forward to 49 so I can put it all behind me and stop feeling like I have some barrier put up by my brother and dad that I have to get over.

    Good luck to you over the next 2 years… I know that dread feeling and I wish I knew a way to get past it rather than just going through it, but make sure you’re seeing doctors and doing what you can to stay on top of your heath. That’s really the only thing you have control over.





  • “ones”? That would seem to imply you did it more than once.

    My cousin gave me a gallon bag of the stuff once… it was all he had left and he just wanted to be done with it. I packed a bowl in my bong and had a huge hit. It last about 10 minutes and I saw some pretty fun stuff (stuffed animals getting up and dancing), but the overall experience was not fun. I handed the rest of the gallon bag off to a friend. That was over 20 years ago and I’m pretty sure that same bag is probably still being passed around.







  • When my daughter was 7 she got really interested in graffiti and had tons of questions about it. She asked if there were any famous graffiti artists and I told her the names of some of the more prolific local artists, but of course told her all about Banksy.

    I told her that she’s really lucky to live during a time when Banksy’s identity is unknown because at some point it will become known and the magic will be over.

    That was 2 years ago, and I haven’t told her about this story yet because until Banksy confirms it, I don’t accept it. And because it makes me sad that the magic might be over.

    We can unmask Banksy but just let the Panama Papers fade into obscurity.






  • I work for a company that makes lab and medical testing equipment, if you’ve had a medical emergency that required blood tests then odds are good our equipment was used. It feels good knowing that I work somewhere that has a positive impact on many people’s lives.

    But, I’ve met our company president and he’s a complete piece of shit. I almost quit because the idea of making him even richer makes my stomach turn. Unfortunately I’ve been unable to find someplace else that will pay me what I need to continue to support my family… so I look at the positive things that we do and try to forget the psycho.