I'm Forrest Carr, novelist, blogger, land snark, and former TV news director and talk radio host. I tackle politics, cats, the media, paranormal psychology, dreams, God, guns, evolution, rat bastards, and anything else that might make you think or laugh, maybe even simultaneously. And, oh yeah, I have cancer, which makes me the Walter White of bloggers. You have been warned.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Medical Travails Monday December December 28
Christmas season 2016 isn’t quite completely gone yet, but it is almost out of
the picture.In some ways I have felt
like the Bubble Boy – I haven’t really been able to get out and about due to pain and to concerns
about contagion (no danger to others just to me).
lights of the Christmas season have delighted me more this year than in years
past. Again, don’t ask me why. But I have tremendously enjoyed picking out
and laying the little strands of light around the tree. Actually, to be honest I should specify that
Deborah has done all the laying out of Christmas lights while I’ve acted as
sidewalk superintendent. This works out slightly
better for me because that way I can be there to physically intervene should
anything appear to start to slide out of the way downhill or whatnot.
physical pain is getting progressively a little worse by the day – hence the
term "progressive.". The pain shows up mainly around my abdomen, middle girth; and
lower side. A couple hits of Dilaudid
seems to send it on its way. This is
going to get progressively worse, I know, and it has me become progressively
more worried about what end-game symptoms are going to look like. There’s nothing to do be done about it,
though—other than what I already am doing—and that is to brace for the worst
but be prepared for the best. I share these concerns with you as part of my overall
commitment to share everything I’m going through with my readers—the good, the
bad, and the indifferent. So, there’s a
little bad and indifferent for you.
more good. The same couple that gave a
substantial donation in honor of Deborah and me to Interfaith Community
Services had a mass said in our honor this morning at Our Lady of the Desert,
7101 W. Picture Rocks Road here in Tucson. The way this works is that the mass
becomes a “Prayer for the Intentions of” the person or family named. We gratefully accept that, and our intentions
are simple: we pray to God that people
who find themselves in a situation similar to ours experience the joy we have
of having others reach out to them in this manner. There is no feeling quite like it. To say it’s a balm for the soul would be the
wildest exaggeration. I would wish out
loud that everyone could experience this if the cost weren’t so steep.
first step isn’t a tough one, though. The
couple said their first was to simply visit the blog, (http://thebashfulbloviator.blogspot.com/
) or just type “the bashful bloviator” into your favorite search engine, and to begin reading.
Let’s see if there’s anything else happening before
we close the attic door, so to speak. No, not really. Because Deborah was so busy and I could not
get about and about very well, we gave gifts best suited to ordering on line,
and of course that means clothes. I have
to say that Deb looked pretty good in some of the outfits I got her, and I have
to believe that she couldn’t have made up everything nice she said about
me. But we’ll see. What I mainly needed were large loose-fitting
garments and I got those in spades.
Getting ready for "Rudolph"
also gave the gift of time. It’s not officially Chistmas season until you’ve
seen one of these classics:
Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer;
A Charlie Brown Christmas;
A Christmas Carol (1938)
A Christmas Carol (1970- Finney)
A Christmas Carol (1984-Scott)
7. Mr.Magoo’s Christmas Carol
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
How the Grinch Stole Christmas
We’ve seen most of these already and have plans for the rest.
Having seen most of these specials many, many times, I was blown away to suddenly notice my name on the guest list--You know, the one Santa checks twice. Forrest is not a common name. But it's on the check-out list for Christmas Vacation, reserved in my name. How could I have never noticed that before? How about that? No admittance without ticket!