Finally, a clear night! I can see the stars tonight! It’s also kind of cool out, so I’ll need my coat.
But to see the stars again… That is amazing.
My site is running slow. I apologise for that. I don’t know if it’s my internet or the site, but it was slow getting my page to open.
I hurt my foot with a splinter this afternoon. I tried to sleep it off, but it still hurts like hell. The splinter wasn’t even that big! It was kind of square. I’ve been limping pretty badly since then and that’s causing my back to hurt. I’m off the patches forever this time, so I can’t take a patch or a pain pill. I’m wondering if there’s not more wood in there that I missed. It’s in a pretty awkward place on my foot that was really hard to reach, so I can’t exactly see it very clearly. It hurts like hell, I can tell you that.
Lance, Michelle and I had our meeting today. If I desperately needed the money I’d go back to working for the medical examiner. It pays about $5,000 per month. My job only pays about $2,500 per month, half of what I was getting by sitting on my ass making electrophoresis gel runs all day long and running the DNA through the gel. I miss doing that. I could do it with my eyes closed and I was good at what I did. But there comes a time when you have to do what is right, no matter what anyone says. I’m glad that we can work in the forensics fields again, but I have no desire to go back to work with Lance and Michelle. Especially Lance who called me to death the last time he worked with me. In teaching I feel that I am giving something back to the community. I feel that I am making a difference in how people operate in the medical field. I know that I leave impressions on the minds of my students, just like the professors I had left impressions on me. I often get emails and comments from students that I was their favourite professor at the University.
Lance and Michelle probably need the extra income. They’re supposed to be getting married sometime in this lifetime, and with Lance having Huntington’s, Michelle would need the extra income to take care of him some day when he became very ill. I don’t have that much time left to work. Probably a year and a half at the most. The last doctor I saw said I had a year and a half to five years life expectancy and I want to leave something behind for my children to fall back on in case Dennis’s book career and writing specialty doesn’t go so well. Although his last book sold pretty well. I still feel that the doctor that made that diagnosis was wrong; I feel great. I don’t feel like I’m about to die, so maybe that was a misdiagnosis. A mis prognosis? Ha ha.
Smile! Life is good!