A Good Kind of Tired

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Last Saturday, my alarm went off at the very uncivilized hour of Oh-dark-early. The incessant screeching from my smartphone at 3AM was even more annoying than usual. Perhaps my having gone to bed past midnight had something to do with it? With considerable effort, I pushed myself out of bed, splashed some cold water on my face in hopes of reviving myself to an acceptable level of consciousness, chugged a cup of coffee for good measure, then quickly grabbed a fistful of nails, a hammer, and got busy. Today demanded multi-tasking by a jack-of-all-trades, in record time. There was no time for self-pity by the sleep-deprived! Continue reading

The Perpetual Two-Body Problem

An example of a 2-body problem: Two objects with the same weight (mass), orbiting around a point in space (credit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-body_problem)

An example of a 2-body problem: Two objects with the same weight (mass), orbiting around a point in space (credit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-body_problem)

Amongst the colleagues in my profession, the phrase “Two-Body Problem” is a geeky way to describe the challenging situation that a married (or committed) professional couple finds themselves in, when  they are looking for jobs in similar research fields in the same geographic location, in hopes of sustaining their careers and keeping their relationship intact.  StarMan and I are, by all accounts, a strongly-coupled  Two Body Problem, and we just got news today that dashed some high hopes. Continue reading

Taking Heart

I’m convinced that blog post ideas are a lot like the weather: when it rains, it pours!  I’ve got at least a half-dozen, half-baked posts in my head right now, and no time to spill them out “on paper”.  But I do need to take a few moments to write about my latest cardiologist visit, before the details are lost in the cobwebs of my mind. Continue reading

My Story (so far)

What might seem odd, after having published 42 posts, is to be writing something entitled “My Story”.   Since I wasn’t clever enough to have made my last post The Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life, The Universe, And Everything, I decided it was high time to write a short biographical, with all the interesting bits in one place.  You see, lately I’ve been joining various online groups — mostly MS-related — and I am finding the redundancy of “introducing” myself over and over again to be incredibly tedious.  The future plan?  Point ‘em to this tell-all page.  Brilliant! So, with apologies to those who have already slogged through 42 posts, here goes … Continue reading

Results Still TBD, But TIA?

In my last post, I had planned on reporting on a visit to the cardiologist’s office, but sad news of my primary care physician’s sudden death (the same person who had given me a referral to the cardiologist) sent my post in a different direction.   Here, I’m going to describe what happened that day, once I saw the cardiologist.

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Heartbreaking News In The Cardiologist’s Office

Norman Rockwell's "Doctor and Doll"

Norman Rockwell’s “Doctor and Doll”

The dreadful, shocking news I received at the cardiologist’s office on Monday morning left me a sobbing mess for most of the day.  As you may recall from my last post, I recently visited my Primary Care physician to get his take on the problems I experienced during a recent bike ride.  After a thorough checkup, he referred me to the cardiologist, and stressed that I needed to set up a follow-up appointment to see him immediately after the referral visit.   I remember thanking him and saying “good bye, see you again soon” and, at that moment, putting my finger on one of his attributes that I found so refreshingly  quaint:  he was dressed in one of those zip-off hiking pants/shorts and was wearing a casual polo shirt.  I’ve seen plenty of pretentious doctors  during my life; he was the first doctor who actually listened to me, who was humble almost to a fault.  Thoughts of him stir visions of an old-fashioned doctor in a Normal Rockwell painting, although “youthful and in-touch” would represent his persona just as accurately.  I would have never guessed that this “good-bye” would be the very last. Continue reading