My Half-Birthday Fail
Ever since I was a kid, the week up to Labour Day has been significant to me. I always gain or lose something important; a new job comes in, or a roommate leaves one way or another. Or I almost die, like that onset of heat stroke in 1973.
This time I suffered two malfunctions, one technical, one physical. Wednesdsay, I was ready to publish The Telepaths' Song @amazon.com when my computer failed to input Anything. The keyboard malfunctioned and I was unable to open Swift Publisher, which held my cover design. Then that evening, I realised that I needed to goto the store. It was already dark out and v. humid, and I bought almost too much to carry home. Then it felt like i was stoned in a bad way. My memory of the evening was very scattered and I slept more than I should have the next day.
Then came Satyrday. I got stoned at noon and realised something was wrong. I got the classic old stroke symptoms: a slur in my speech and a numbness in the part of my mouth around the 2:00 position. This includes a slight loss of sensation around the right business finger and the right second toe. Add a flawed keyboarding experience. I'm not that great a typist but I made far more errors than before. And the remote control for my stereo amp stopped working at the same time. My electronics were failing just as my body was. I took every medication in the box after skipping everything for a month, and I inspected myself and my relays carefully. I could still think but my typing was even more horrible than usual. I continued through my day, conducted my normal system checks and changed out the remote's battteries. No dice; the remote is dead and my physical symptoms have not degraded any further. I'd suffered a stroke, but just a little one. The rent's gone up and all the medical bills are now due. I owe Dr.P $1,000 and the hospital wants $430. Doctor R will never let me live this down, if I go back.
This time I suffered two malfunctions, one technical, one physical. Wednesdsay, I was ready to publish The Telepaths' Song @amazon.com when my computer failed to input Anything. The keyboard malfunctioned and I was unable to open Swift Publisher, which held my cover design. Then that evening, I realised that I needed to goto the store. It was already dark out and v. humid, and I bought almost too much to carry home. Then it felt like i was stoned in a bad way. My memory of the evening was very scattered and I slept more than I should have the next day.
Then came Satyrday. I got stoned at noon and realised something was wrong. I got the classic old stroke symptoms: a slur in my speech and a numbness in the part of my mouth around the 2:00 position. This includes a slight loss of sensation around the right business finger and the right second toe. Add a flawed keyboarding experience. I'm not that great a typist but I made far more errors than before. And the remote control for my stereo amp stopped working at the same time. My electronics were failing just as my body was. I took every medication in the box after skipping everything for a month, and I inspected myself and my relays carefully. I could still think but my typing was even more horrible than usual. I continued through my day, conducted my normal system checks and changed out the remote's battteries. No dice; the remote is dead and my physical symptoms have not degraded any further. I'd suffered a stroke, but just a little one. The rent's gone up and all the medical bills are now due. I owe Dr.P $1,000 and the hospital wants $430. Doctor R will never let me live this down, if I go back.