A Good Soak…Not Just for Women Anymore

The media and advertising agencies would have us believe that soaking in a tub of hot water and bubbly soap is a woman’s thing. No longer. Now that I have been directed to soak in a tub with Aveena in it daily to alleviate the symptoms of a rash and “cleanse without drying,” I have found that tubs can be manly too.

Unfortunately, I can’t use hot water and most bubbly soaps are scented and dyed which I have to stay away from. Nonetheless, think about this. After a hard day at the office, you come home, pour a lukewarm tub filled with some oatmeal-based cleaner/moisturizer, crank up some Led Zeppelin, and jump in with a couple of cold beers within arms reach. Only one thing could make it better and that would be a tub big enough for two!

Oh, and if you really need bubbles, well, you know….

Anti-Socialized Medicine

I am up working in Canada as some of you may know. I had to go to the doctor’s today, which in Canada is a whole new experience, to get a persistent rash looked at. Canadians pay taxes to get “free health care.” Read “Socialized Medicine: The Canadian Experience” for a Montreal economist’s spin on the positives and negatives.

Here’s my spin. 2.75 hours waiting to see the doctor. One doctor serving one waiting room and six consultation rooms. Walk-ins, which I pretty much had to be since I am a U.S. citizen, were secondary to those with appointments. When I got there, the receptionist said the wait would be at least an hour. After I had been there 1.5 hours, walk-ins were told the wait would be at least 2 hours.

So I get to see the doctor who had the bedside manner of a turd…but smelled worse. At my doctor’s office back in Virginia, even if you are a walk-in, they weigh you, take your pulse, BP, an temperature. None of that here, I showed the doc the rash and he checked to see if I was breathing okay. Maybe there is a correlation there but I don’t know what it was.

He wrote me a quick prescription for a topical lotion which will hopefully help me get through this, recommended a few antihistamines to try other than Claritin, and suggested a bathing solution that is based on oatmeal. I liked oatmeal with raisins on a cold northeastern winter morning many years ago when I was a kid but have not had it in years. I certainly never bathed in it.

As I think back on it, it might have been cool. You could drop a turd in the oatmeal and it might be deemed a raisin. Speaking of nasty, I hate taking baths. Why should I lie in a tub, in this case with some oatmeal water, soaking in my own filth. You just have to take a shower afterward. WTF?

What the hell? I broke down and took a bath. I honestly cannot remember the last time I have done so. If it helps get rid of or eliminate the symptoms of this rash I’ll be happy but I won’t want to make it a habit.

Lastly, I think that the pharmacist spent more time talking to me about the condition and was more informative. Sure the meds are cheaper up hear but forget about the service. You cannot get a prescription filled up here that was written by other than a Canadian doctor. I guess if you don’t mind paying into the system to get the discount on meds you are okay. It is not for me though.

All Work and No Sleep Makes Jack Off A Dull Boy

This is not to imply that I know someone named Jack who offed a dull boy.

I am testing out a new digital camera and can’t say that I am overly impressed. Thankfully it is not mine. Perhaps it would do better somewhere other than in the office or my hotel suite. Nonetheless, here I am at work in Toronto:

Scott hard at work in Toronto

Rough picture…I used to think I had multiple chins. I guess I have at least two though the second one looks like it might sag down to my scrotum. Maybe it is my scrotum.

And here is what I am dreaming about while I am at work in Toronto. Yes it would be nice if there were a significant other…

 

Dreaming of Bedder Things

Google…Gooble…Gobble

I don’t have much to say since I am too tired to rant. I should be enjoying this week what with the four day weekend and such but I can’t get up for it really. We have no great gathering of relatives, for the second year in a row, not that we really have ever had one. I have to work late Wednesday night and all day Friday so the holiday seems like a wash. I should plan something exciting on Saturday to make up for it.

I hope that your holiday is filled with happy friends, family, and good food. Be safe.

The Dalai Lama, George W. Bush, the Pen, and the Sword

I respect the Dalai Lama as much as anyone I can think of. Exiled from his own country, he is still the object of adoration and respect for Tibetans and Buddhists world-wide. George W. Bush should be exiled from his own country which he has led into a position of hatred and disrespect around the world. Look at some of what the Dalai Lama says in a Washington Post op-ed published October 21, 2007, titled “Brute force can never subdue the basic human desire for freedom

He speaks of the benefit of non-violent opposition as compared to the benefit of violent opposition. “One may sometimes feel that one can solve a problem quickly with force, but such success is often achieved at the expense of the rights and welfare of others.” Can you say Iraqi intervention?

“We need to embrace a more realistic approach to dealing with human conflicts, an approach that is in tune with a new reality of heavy interdependence in which the old concepts of “we” and “they” are no longer relevant. The very idea of total victory for one’s own side and the total defeat of one’s enemy is untenable. In violent conflicts, the innocent are often the first casualties, as the war in Iraq and Sudan’s Darfur crisis painfully remind us.” Can you say antithesis of George W. Bush? Add Somalia to that list of crises…

The Dalai Lama goes on to speak about religion, the role of women, care for the environment, and education, things that touch all of us. Please read the article and, please, care.

Hospice Care and the Morphine Drip

In Charlotte Allen’s Washington Post op-ed, “Back off! I’m Not Dead Yet. I Don’t Want a Living Will. Why Should I?,” dated October 14, 2007, she speaks about the bad feeling she got when, preparing to go for surgery, she was repeatedly asked if she had a living will. Charlotte expressed her doubts about the benefit of a living will and about how it actually be enforced.

There might be many people involved in trying to interpret the will but the creator is likely to have no say. Unfortunately, there are likely to be enough different interpretations of the patients desires to make them impossible to agree upon, from the point of view of the physicians and family.

That is neither here nor there for the point of this entry. One thing that particularly freaked out Ms. Allen, was an anonymous call she got about hospices, when she was visiting her 93 year old father who had prostrate cancer, in which the caller said, “Then, what you have to do is take them to a hospice. That’s what they did with my mother. They’ll put him on a morphine drip, and he’ll be gone in a few days.”

Reading this sent a chill up my spine. My grandmother Chase, who was in her early 90’s, passed away at the managed care center in her retirement community late this summer. She had recently been put under hospice care. She was in much pain from bed sores and screamed horribly when she had to move or was moved.

She had been on Oxycotin briefly when, as I understand it, the hospice representative suggested she should be given morphine. She had only been on that for a few days when my sister was called and informed that a chaplain had been in to pray with grandma in the afternoon. I got a call that evening to say she had passed away. Oh, the chill is back…

The Dark Side

I pulled up at the light right next to my office when I was leaving work last night and noticed the license plate on the vehicle in front of me, “DRK SITH.” I guess he was a Star Wars fan. Then, I pulled up at the light going into my neighborhood where the vehicle was, again, in front of me. Then it pulled into the shopping center I was going into and the guy walked into the Safeway right in front of me. Perhaps I too am being called to the Dark Side.