I started writing this waiting to see my PCP this morning. Before I went to see my mom earlier this month, I’d gone to the urgent care clinic because it felt like something was going on with my right ear. They said I had an outer-ear infection/inflammation. You’re fine to fly. Use these eardrops, and it’ll be fine.
No, I went, and was still having issues. After being back for almost three weeks, I decided to head in to see what’s going on. Since my PCP didn’t have any avails herself until next year, yeah, okay, go Monday.
Nasty ear infection. she wondered why the urgent care clinic hadn’t prescribed any oral antibiotics.
Um. I don’t know?
Are you allergic to any antibiotics?
Nope. Just the eardrops.
Are you allergic to antibiotics?
I don’t know? A doctor thought I was because of something that was probably an early MS flare when I was in high school.
Not sure if this is an allergic reaction to antibiotics; don’t take them again.
Okay, doc.
Since my brother is pretty good friends with one of that doctor’s sons, I should ask if anyone knows how he’s doing.
Back to the entry…
I stumble across this when looking at stuff I’d written the month I left radio. From 12/6/2006:
Checklist
Job? Check.
Raise at job? Check.
Moonlighting at radio station? Check. (bad me)
Wonderful girlfriend? Check+
Just haven’t felt like writing lately. Since August my division has gone from eight employees to three, and it may be down to two (me and my boss) by the end of the week.
The girl and I are getting along amazingly. We’ve been going out for over six months now, amazingly enough. Not talking about getting much more serious anytime soon. Her parents actually like me, which is good, I suppose. She’s not ready to get a lot more serious until she’s out of school.
Now, travel starts. Richmond today. New Jersey tomorrow. Home friday. .
It’s fascinating to see something that I wrote nearly nineteen years ago. Stranger, still, I’m still with the girl I was writing about back then; who’d have thought?
My regret back then was that I wasn’t writing enough. As I’ve said before, it’s probably a compulsion as part of my OCD. But unlike most ruminations, it doesn’t really affect what I’m doing. I can stop whenever I want to. I don’t feel that guilty if I miss a day, but the techniques I’ve developed do a pretty good job keeping me on track.
One of my earliest bookmarks from OD, seriously, like 1999, was talking about her decision-trees, and evaluations. My wife walked in while I was listening to the entry on it…and started nodding along knowingly.
I don’t plan the whole decision tree. I list the possible options, and just choose the best one. So much of what you’re trying to do in things like team leadership is find ways to progress through the OODA Loops more rapidly/efficiently.
I guess there’s been times when I worried about making maximum use of physical resources, but, to me, time is a resource. If I have 30 free seconds to do something that doesn’t absolutely need to be done right this minute, and doing it right now might require more resources. Whaver. I’m going to clean off that surface with a paper towel. Yes, I understand that cleaning it is on the to-do list tomorrow, but, a) seeing it bothers the shit out of me, and b) there’s not anything else that’d be a much better use of my time.
Maybe this is one of the problems I have with both government and religion? I don’t think you can pre-plan everything. You react to the situation what’s presented, and make do with what you have.
Yes, this is how I end up buying something I thought was deodorant, and was actually sunscreen.
But it sorta worked for a few days, maybe? The writing was too small for me to see until my wife let me know when she was going through what I’d bought.
Wow, this stuff doesn’t work very well; need to make sure I’m properly showered, and am wearing an undershirt.
I’m going to put your mini grooming products into your suitcase so you don’t forget them in the future.
Or i can keep reacting.
Maybe I should do better after-action reviews, but, in my experience, it’s just some small inconveniences. Accidentally spending a buck-and-a-half on something I thought was deodorant isn’t that big a deal.
But I think you you can get caught in a loop trying to figure out all the things you might have screwed up, and working too-diligently to avoid reporting that mistake.
And you end up with a suitcase full of grooming products you’ll never use.
More tomorrow. I think I’ve gotten enough for today.
The little dog arrived yesterday. She is alarmingly-sweet. I will describe further, provide photos when the blackout period is finished. I don’t even know that a western-friendly name has been awarded yet. I found “Daria,” which is a common name from whence she hails.
Crossing my scarred brain was “Ykaterina,” nickname “Kat.” So you’ve got a dog named “Kat.”