Actually, no.
Off to Boise (again, different location) in the morning, this time they're flying me. Marilee doesn't get to go, sad to say. We really, really, want to take in the Lucky Peak park; I even saved four bucks this time.
My stress level is skyrocketing lately, can't imagine why. Partly it has to do with all the traveling - this month alone in excess of four-thousand driven miles for work.
And the other part? Don't make me go there. I'd made a doctor's appointment for today, and secretly hoped that my frame-of-mind (and blood pressure) would be high enough that he'd see there really was a problem. The Boise call came in just an hour before my appointment; turned out that I didn't have to worry about that.
Just a bit of pharmacological influence was necessary. he said.
But I can't help but think about that line in Star Trek V: The Final Frontier that has Kirk saying to McCoy: "Damn it, Bones, you're a doctor. You know that pain and guilt can't be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They're the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don't want my pain taken away! I need my pain!"
OK, so I don't need pain, but yes, take that pain away and I'll become a lifeless automaton like the rest of these people I work for.
We'll see...
No comments:
Post a Comment