Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
YA GOTTA ASK
I'm out of the hospital as of yesterday. The success rate: 1 or 0 depending on how you look at it.
0. There was no success. There was no evidence of seizure activity. Is this not good because we still know nothing?
1. There was success. There was no evidence of seizure activity. Is this good because there seems to be nothing wrong?
We've got pictures on the camera. It's me with all the wires attached. I'll post one or two here. BUT you've gotta ask. I will not post them, or show them to anybody unless you ask. The ONLY way you can ask is to post a comment here. No comment, no picture.
Just to be nice to me (and because you love me and think I'm an all around good sorta guy) you could also post a comment on MotorcycleMoment AND on SubmissionIsNotSilence.
You can see the pictures if you only post here, but I'll wonder if you really love me if you don't comment on the other two blogs too. Maybe you don't think I'm good, maybe you think I'm bad.
This is known as bribery AKA extortion.
PapaJ
0. There was no success. There was no evidence of seizure activity. Is this not good because we still know nothing?
1. There was success. There was no evidence of seizure activity. Is this good because there seems to be nothing wrong?
We've got pictures on the camera. It's me with all the wires attached. I'll post one or two here. BUT you've gotta ask. I will not post them, or show them to anybody unless you ask. The ONLY way you can ask is to post a comment here. No comment, no picture.
Just to be nice to me (and because you love me and think I'm an all around good sorta guy) you could also post a comment on MotorcycleMoment AND on SubmissionIsNotSilence.
You can see the pictures if you only post here, but I'll wonder if you really love me if you don't comment on the other two blogs too. Maybe you don't think I'm good, maybe you think I'm bad.
This is known as bribery AKA extortion.
PapaJ
Thursday, September 9, 2010
SITTING IN THE ROOM
Still no seizure activity, an I still don't know if that's good or bad. Sitting all day wears you out. I suppose I could walk to the end of my chain and back, but I'm too lazy.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
NO SEIZURES - DAY ONE
The Neurologist was by today. There was no evidence of seizures up to this point.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
GLUED HEAD
Well, I't in the hospital today. I'm here for a several-day EEG to see if I have any siezure acivity. It took the technician two hours to glue the electrodes to my head. During all this time I will be under surveilance by CCTV (except when I go to the head.) I'm not sure whether I want them to find anything, or not. If they do then it means I have seizure activity which can explain some of the memory loss events. It also means there is yet something else wrong with me. If they don't find anything what do the memory loss events mean? Should I just stop all this medical investigation and live with it? What does "live with it" mean?
PapaJ
PapaJ
Monday, August 30, 2010
MOTORCYCLE MOMENT ON MOTORCYCLE MOMENT
Now the blog posted earlier below, "Motorcycle Moment" is posted on the blog, "Motorcycle Moment", by the title of "Motorcycle Moment". You will notice this duplicates the original title of "Motorcycle Moment". You can find this new entry at the "Motorcycle Moment" blog by going to http://www.motorcyclemoment.blogspot.com and look for the most recent post titled "Motorcycle Moment". Did I mention it has the same title as a post I put here earlier also titles "Motorcycle Moment"?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
MOTORCYCLE MOMENT
This blog is primarily to post something. I have chosen the blog I wrote titled "Motorcycle Moment". I wrote this possibly for Lizzie's blog . Her blog is located at http://www.s-is-not-s.blogspot.com.
I'm also thinking about a blog to address "manly" things. This blog could be a post for that. What do you think?
THE MOTORCYCLE MOMENT
Every married man has what I call a "Motorcycle Moment". This is the instant he realizes he must let go of a daydream, a wispy hope that has been wandering through his mind for a time. It may actually be of a motorcycle. See him astride a few hundred horsepower, in the sunny breeze, basking in the admiration of those who see him (and hear him) pass by. See him at the stop light thundering his presence. See the black shirt, dingy jeans, tinny useless helmet.
The dream does not have to be about a motorcycle, it could have been about the boat, about climbing Mount Everest, about the hunting lodge. Whatever the dream, it comes against The Realization. He realizes that to acquire the dream he must trade for it by somehow separating himself from his family. To have the dream he must take to himself alone something financial, something physical, something emotional or something mental.
Then he realizes he has responsibilities, obligations, and duties. Will it be the motorcycle or the house payment, a night with the boys or a date with the wife, planning the trip or a bedtime story? He has to make some decisions. Is his money really all his money? Does every minute of his time belong to him? Are all his thoughts entirely private?
Submission, then, is not just something for the woman to worry about; it pervades the life of a man too. The quality of what a man is can be seen in his submission. What does he submit to? When balancing the idea of a motorcycle what is on the other side of the scale, and what has the heaviest weight? What does he give up, or submit to, to make a better life for his family?
What has been your motorcycle moment? Did it hurt? What did you gain instead of the motorcycle? Do you really have to give up the motorcycle?
I'm also thinking about a blog to address "manly" things. This blog could be a post for that. What do you think?
THE MOTORCYCLE MOMENT
Every married man has what I call a "Motorcycle Moment". This is the instant he realizes he must let go of a daydream, a wispy hope that has been wandering through his mind for a time. It may actually be of a motorcycle. See him astride a few hundred horsepower, in the sunny breeze, basking in the admiration of those who see him (and hear him) pass by. See him at the stop light thundering his presence. See the black shirt, dingy jeans, tinny useless helmet.
The dream does not have to be about a motorcycle, it could have been about the boat, about climbing Mount Everest, about the hunting lodge. Whatever the dream, it comes against The Realization. He realizes that to acquire the dream he must trade for it by somehow separating himself from his family. To have the dream he must take to himself alone something financial, something physical, something emotional or something mental.
Then he realizes he has responsibilities, obligations, and duties. Will it be the motorcycle or the house payment, a night with the boys or a date with the wife, planning the trip or a bedtime story? He has to make some decisions. Is his money really all his money? Does every minute of his time belong to him? Are all his thoughts entirely private?
Submission, then, is not just something for the woman to worry about; it pervades the life of a man too. The quality of what a man is can be seen in his submission. What does he submit to? When balancing the idea of a motorcycle what is on the other side of the scale, and what has the heaviest weight? What does he give up, or submit to, to make a better life for his family?
What has been your motorcycle moment? Did it hurt? What did you gain instead of the motorcycle? Do you really have to give up the motorcycle?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
IT'S EITHER ME, OR MOM
If you'll notice, the profile down at the bottom of this thing shows Momma's (my wife's) picture. (I say "Momma" since I believe no one but family will ever venture here to this blog). I'm still up in the air about all the particulars and bells and whistles that get shown. Apparently, since I started both this and Mama's blog (Submission Is Not Silence [s-is-not-s.blgospot.com] ) there is only one administrator, or owner to be shown, and that's me. So I'm showing Momma's stuff since the more important blog is hers. That's the one we hope to reach out to a lot of people.
-- PapaJ
-- PapaJ
Thursday, July 8, 2010
SECOND POST
Well, when I look at this I can see my original post, but no place for anone to comment. That stinks. Also, there's another guy from Canada, Nova Scota I think, that uses PapaJ.
I'll have to figure out what I've done wrong.
I'll have to figure out what I've done wrong.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
My first blog
This is my first blog. Now to see if I can get people to it from my website. Anyone know how?
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