Some Personal Notes Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of my quadruple bypass surgery. Feeling nostalgic for New York University Hospital, I went to visit my mother who has been in the Hospital for four weeks now. Several days ago, her neurologist had the brilliant diagnosis that she has Myastenthia Gravis. Turns out, not only is this true, but after four days of medication my mother can speak almost like normal. I'm sending a case of Platypus Peter to the doctor! Being around hospitals reminds me that my hands have become arthritic. I have seen some of the greatest minds in the Arthritis racket and all they can propose are health store supplements which The New England Journal of Medicine swear don't do a thing, or major surgery which will keep me in casts and pain for months and which might do nothing for me. Ouch, my hands hurt! The biggest problem posed by my hand pain is that I have trouble taking out corks from bottles (and am not convinced that screw caps are the second coming of Jesus Christ) and I cannot hold a cell phone to my face for an extended period. So, I walk around with a bluetooth headset. Which leads me to two more perplexing questions -- (1) why can't someone invent a bluetooth headset which works in the streets of New York and blocks out noise (all these units are meant for suburbanites in their cars) and (2) isn't there a way to turn off the annoying flashing blue light so that I don't look like an extraterrestial or social misfit? Not that there's anything wrong with being a social misfit. |
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