Well, I have managed to create a little stir.
Not a terribly unusual thing for me. I have been known to kick over the bee hive just to see what flies out. But when I make a mess on purpose, I like to take credit for it. This time, however, I didn't.
This winter, I have been really sick. It is the second time since 2003, when I opened my office in Brazil, that I have had to continue cases due to illness. While I normally work through my illnesses, this time I have been in bed.
On Monday last week, I had to argue with my doctor to not go to the hospital, which caused her to note in my file that I refused. Monday this week, I relented.
I have respiratory issues. I had my first case of pneumonia when I was 6-months-old. I have had not less than five diagnosed cases of pneumonia. I have also had well over 20 diagnosed cases of bronchitis. I can literally tell when I am coming down with it before the first symptoms appear. X-Rays of my lungs from two years ago show that they are scarred to the point that they look like cobwebs on the film. (No, I have never been a smoker).
Normally, when I am sick, I keep on working. Unlike my wife, I don't usually find rest to be of any particular benefit while my immune system is waging battle with an infection. Moreover, I am typically too restless to be still for long. (I was the hyperactive kid in school). However, last Monday, my oxygen levels were so low that my fingers were starting to turn blue. My doctor made me take a breathing treatment and start using an inhaled bronchial dilator. While I have not been able to keep myself in bed all day, I have tried to get some work done. I have spent a significant part of the past several days asleep in bed.
I haven't seen the films from this week's X-Ray yet. But the good news is that the radiologist says I am going to live through this. Every day that you are looking at the grass from the blades down, rather than from the roots up, is a good day.
By the way, steroids rock! This past Monday, I started a six-day course of steroids. I have been put on both an inhaled steroid and steroid tablets. If you notice muscles ripping beneath my fat, now you know why. (I wonder if my lungs will bulk up?).
A thought: The commercials assert that happy cows live in California. I wonder if they shoot their cows full of steroids? I can see it now, a couple of young bulls, in a grungy part of the paster, smoking cigarettes, dealing 'roids...
Now the trouble.
It has been my goal to post a blog every Sunday and Wednesday. While I have been sick, I have continued to post. How sick can I really be if I continue to post?
One of my very best friends is a professional writer. I have done writing on and off since college and been published in a handful of magazines and newspapers. I was a columnist in my law school paper. I have even been on radio a couple of times (including a nationally syndicated program with a client), been interviewed by the New York Post a couple of times, and even been on CNN once. I mention all of this because I know that most good writers keep a stockpile of pre-written columns that they can submit when they have writers block, are ill, or on vacation. Typically, they are "evergreens," which are not particularly date or even sensitive.
At the moment, I have seven stories ready for publication and eight that are started, but not finished. If I can't sleep at night, I usually sit down and write, or read a book, until I get drowsy.
If there is a problem, all I have to do is copy and paste one into an e-mail, tweak it a bit, and send it to the editor at The Times. The Times retypes and does the posting. ( I wouldn't have the foggiest idea how to post to the Internet).
For example, piracy was written a couple of weeks ago waiting for a lull in the weekend news events. The story on daylight savings was written when there was only one minute of extra morning sun and was intended for print (after tweaking) later in the year when daylight savings was more relevant. The article on disaster preparedness was written some late night when I couldn't sleep and was to sit in my stockpile until the time for publication felt right.
This has to be the very first time in my life that I have caused a raucous for being prepared.