I Sing The Body Electric 2

I’ve had a number of months to get used to this stimulator, and I must say it is a significant improvement over what I’d tried for the previous 20 years. Pharmaceutical approaches are a wonderful option, but it was always only partially successful for me. I wasn’t willing to go the opiate route, simply because I’m unwilling to accept the IQ handicap. There are a couple of other reasons I don’t use the stuff, and they’re named Daniel and Rachel. They deserve better than having that in the patriarchal mix.

Pretty Accurate Placement

Electrodes are too low here

One of my fondest hopes, was to be able to wean myself off of prescription drugs entirely. The last time I visited my pain doc, I told him I wanted to kick the vestiges of the drugs. Though receptive to my wishes, I got a raised eyebrow. He warned me that I might be successful initially, but that I would probably start hurting more than I expected. He was correct, sort of.

In any event, a titration schedule was worked up to reduce my dosages, and within a little more than a month I was off the prescription drugs. It was not without cost. Though some folks get depressed and suicidal coming off serotonin reuptake inhibitors, I didn’t find any of that. I was, however, really really cranky. I’m not talking about raising my voice (not my style, except with the kids). I’m talking about two weeks of being really irritable.  Now I know what it’s like to be the victim of raging hormonal imbalances. I mean, I should have worn a dress!

That aside, the aftermath of that emotional period has left me pharmacologically clean. It has also taught me that I’m in big trouble if the stimulator ever fails. One evening I was foolish enough to turn the stimulator off just before I went to bed.

Medtonics controller. Not yours!

Medtonic controller

Two hours later, from a dead sleep, I was reminded that adhesive arachnoiditis is a remarkably unpleasant disease. Stabbing, lancinating pain in the legs and feet is what woke me. Now, if I’d been back in the medicinal era, I’d have been in  a pickle. Realizing my error, and cursing my bad judgement, I reached for the remote and reactivated the stimulator. Within 4-5 seconds the pain disappeared. I’m not kidding. Scary effective.

I have new respect for Medtronic. Now if I could just get them to give up more on how their technology works, I’d be pretty happy. After all, I’m quite intimate with their product now. It’s a lot like having a chunk of their electronics installed inside my body……wait, it’s exactly like having a chunk of their electronics installed inside my body!

More on that in the next post.

The H Word

*Jan 15 - 00:05*

Flight 1549

“A true hero!…You are a hero!…Sully = hero!…You, sir, are a real hero…This man is a hero!…”

Michelle Malkin’s Blog

Now that the jubilation has settled, I think it’s important to point out something.

No rational airline pilot wishes to be called a hero.

It’s true. If you are called that….name, it is the beginning of a nightmare. It means that a bad thing has happened. You undoubtedly had something to do with said situation (even if you were the reason it turned out well). It means there will be……consequences.

  • It means you will be put under the microscope by the Feds, and the passenger’s attorneys, and whatever dimwitted reporter is staked out at the front of the terminal after the accident/incident (your company always prohibits you from talking to the press – It’s in the Employee Handbook! READ IT!! LEARN IT!!! LIVE IT!!!!).
  • It means that you dare not pick up the phone when it rings once you get home (unless you have caller ID).
  • It means you are probably not going to be able to leave the house for awhile, and when you do, you’re going to have to replant that area out by the sidewalk, where said dimwitted press types are holed up waiting to dry gulch you in an interview (that you have to hide from anyway).
  • It means you’re probably going to end up in civil court for the remainder of your natural life, while the legion of passenger lowlifes take their shot at the Great American Lottery (lawsuits).
  • It means that if you get the aircraft safely to the gate, and if you get the last passenger safely off the aircraft, and if you’re able to walk off the plane, then you will have to run the press gauntlet at the front of the terminal.

I’ve known guys that have foreseen the impending inquisition, and changed into their civvies before walking out of the terminal. They then hid in the parking lot until one of the other crewmembers could rent a van and sneak everyone off airport property. (True story)

Do not confuse us with popular culture types. We do not desire fame, or notoriety for that matter. If we had wanted to spend the rest of our lives as media creatures, we would have taken theater when we were in college, or (shudder) run for office. With very specific and peculiar exceptions, we are “normal” people with strongly developed aversions to public acclaim, or scrutiny. If we do our jobs correctly, Joe Public doesn’t even know we exist. That’s how we like it.

There is no percentage for a line pilot in being called that….name. It’s not like the military, where you get to wear a nice medal (there’s no place on your uniform to wear it anyway), or maybe get a promotion because of it (your seniority system limits that). You certainly won’t get a raise or bonus for it (your union contract limits that as well).

No, being called a hero is never a good thing for an airline pilot. If you make the mistake of thanking us to our face we will smile, offer our embarrassed acknowledgement, and rapidly scurry off since we’ve been recognized (also never a good thing). If you are kind, just write a short note thanking us for saving your lives, and give it to a flight attendant (she’ll get it to us). We can read it when we’re alone. That’s a nice thing to do. A private expression of gratitude is always the best. We usually don’t have enough time, at home, as it is.

Habibi To Shiva – Just Keep Singing

I mentioned this to Shiva, over on FreeRepublic. Oddly, it started out as a discussion of Cynthia McKinney.
More Headaches?
To: shiva

“The amazing thing is that the American Jewish community continues to vote overwhelmingly Democrat.
That has always puzzled me,too.”

And it’s not just Jews that seem to have displayed this enigmatic behavior. Consider the percentage of Catholics that were reported to have voted for Obama at around 50% (I know, based on exit polls). Just an opinion, but I think a significant number of people with “religious affiliations” aren’t religious at all. They view their religion as a social arrangement. I know a number of folks that pick their church based on how good the musical arrangements tend to be at the services. ?!?!?!?! (True story)

To live a life based on the tenets of a particular religion is terribly cumbersome. Moral relativism is normative. Those who actually take a personal stand on issues based on religious morality and ethics are often condemned. It makes things so difficult when one becomes judgemental about the world. People might form an opinion about you based on your non-PC beliefs. Some might even dislike you for it.

All these ethics and morals! They’re just no fun at all. Maybe that’s why a lot of church folks can’t handle the black and white of it. They simply view their church as a social, or ethnic (as opposed to ethic), affiliation and leave it at that. LIVING their lives based on their professed religion would be SO constraining. It’s best not to think about it, at all. Just keep singing and you don’t get those headaches. :-)

The distinction between being in, and of,  the world comes to mind here.