Statistically the 23rd of January is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. (Northern hemisphere winter and also the day that people are supposedly the most broke) It is also my birthday. Which is either auspicious. Or suspicious depending on where you stand.
While not yet officially canonized by the Catholic church, Joey has preempted matters somewhat. Saint Joey, patron saint of procrastinators and lost causes. I’m assuming those haven’t been taken yet (although I’m not exactly current on the sainthood spheres of influence). I will now preform the first of many miracles by making this three egg omelet disappear.
Today I am 39 rotations.
Which I always imagined was ridiculously ancient.
I must be honest I am quite glad to be here. I almost didn’t make it. This time last year I was still reeling from the after effects of a pulmonary embolism.
Δ An MRI, post embolism and subsequent express train to my lungs. I developed a clot on my right forearm just under my elbow which disintegrated and the associated shrapnel from that lodged in my lungs. Apparently this is quite unusual, since I had none of the risk factors, possibly a boxing or jujitsu injury. Although no one can tell me for sure. Interestingly this is what killed Theodore Roosevelt (my all time favorite human)
Better in my lungs than in my brain.
I started today at 4am with a mini-triathlon.
Emphasis on the word mini. 5km round the track. 5mi on the stationary bike and then 500mtrs in the pool. I’ve decided that I don’t really want to turn forty and be more or less the same person I was when I was turning thirty nine. That seems a little defeatist. I’d like to better… stronger, faster and smarter.
The latter might be beyond my control, but maybe I can do something about the other two.
Looking back on thirty eight I did learn a couple of things…
- Don’t chop up chilies and then go down on your wife (or probably anyone for that matter)
- Heel cream is NOT toothpaste, even when enclosed in similar packaging with similar viscosity
- If it tastes funny, stop brushing.
- Your child vomiting on you is less onerous than your date vomiting on you. (which is very onerous)
- Operating on yourself with a pair of nail scissors may not lead to optimum results
- And also infection.
- And finally… my co-workers may be smarter than I give them credit for…
(This decoy didn’t work. Or rather, didn’t work for as long as I had intended)
I got nifty birthday presents. Every year I say ‘oh, I’m fine, I don’t really need anything’. When I was eighteen my parents gave me a self-help book (Don’t sweat the small stuff) and a chess set with missing pieces. (I’m still wondering if by small stuff they might have been referring to the missing pawns) Which leads me to believe that maybe I should have rather asked for something. Things have improved dramatically since then…
These days people ‘get me’. Joey-polis is getting some public transport. They’ve always had a very good rail system. But the addition of a bus service will definitely help out my citizens.
In other news I have finally updated my Fundamental Joeyism page into something I am happy with (took me a while)
Anyways, wishing you all a very happy Saint Joey’s day. Hopefully it is of the extremely groovy variety. May your hemorrhoids never hang like grapes.