Much like the pain is now more than the NapraPAC drug combo can handle, sometimes I still get heartburn stemming from all the anti-inflammatories I dump in my gut all day long nowadays. Mmmm, tasty way to wake up in the middle of the night.
But while I’m up … great episodes of Boston Legal and Supernatural this week, no?
I just got back from Topaz Elementary School, where I read Robert Munsch’s Show and Tell for Mrs. Guiterrez‘s fourth grade class for Read Across America Day.
This went tons better than Career Day at Hesperia High School last year: In addition to enjoying the book and being a great audience (even the few who didn’t like the book were exceptionally well-behaved), the fourth graders absolutely grilled me about being a reporter.
I think there might be a Hesperia Star column in next week’s paper about this, so I’ll save the details for then, but I will note that the kids were absolutely flabbergasted that I wasn’t rich.
Please direct similar sentiments to Editor Peter Day and Publisher Stephan Wingert.
So, prior to being diagnosed with sarcoidosis last year, I was in the middle of a heavy-duty regimen of dental care repairing the effects of being too long without dental insurance on my gums. (Kids, don’t try this at home.)
I was just at the end when I went into the hardcore downward spiral, and missed my follow-up appointments and all the rest. (I was actually in surgery on the day I should have been getting my teeth looked at, if I remember correctly.) My illness precluded really focusing on getting back in the swing of things for several months. Today, I went back for my first cleaning since the operation. It didn’t go great — I’m feeling pretty thrashed right now after all the digging around in my mouth with The Hook of Doom and all the rest.
I did learn, from my horse-crazy hygienist, that horses can get sarcoidosis. I now have to come to terms with the realization that I will never run in the Kentucky Derby.
When I was born, the world was jamming to “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” by Marvin Gaye. Not a bad little tune and possibly an auspicious song for my later career.
What song was #1 when you were born?
It was a bug hunt.
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