I Should Be Dead
Oh, I'm sorry... "living impaired". Or would that be "breathing challenged"?
God has a neat way of putting things into perspective.
As many of the regular Bloglodytes already know, I have to go in once a month for blood tests. Today was that day. And as my family doctor and I were chit-chatting as he reviewed the results, he told me that he was talking with a hematologist friend, and as my MD said "whenever an internist and a hematologist get together we talk about..." I cut him off and pointed to myself and said "ME!"
We both got a good laugh out of that... then he told me that he said to his hematologist friend "I have a patient with a prothrombin deficiency". To wit, his hematologist friend said "and he's not dead?"
The mood turned pretty serious. So I said to Doc, "I've always known that things were kinda touch-and-go there for a while, but how close did I really come to dying?" He looked me dead in the eye and said "my friend, you won the bonus prize. You should be dead".
From there, he gave a very graphic description of, as he put it, massive blood clots and dead internal tissue where gangrene was setting in. Like I said at the beginning of this post, I knew things were iffy back then... but I never knew things were THAT bad. But I must admit, I've always had that bad habit of not asking too many questions about that procedure I went through. I figured that the less I knew, the less I would have to worry.
So aaaaaaanyhoooooo... what's all this have to do with God putting things into perspective? Well, I got into an e-pissing contest with someone over the week-end. I readily admit that I was pretty rude. So after taking some time to calm down (and of course, some prompting from My Beloved), I e-apologized. Has the individual in question read said e-apology? I dunno. But this whole episode has been bothering me to a certain degree.
So aaaaaaanyhoooooo (squared)... what's all this have to do with God putting things into perspective? After I walked out of the doctor's office, it hit me. If I'm in the wrong, just man-up and do the right thing. If the offended person accepts... great. If not, then there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Let it go, Kev.
And if there's someone out there who I've pissed off because they deserve it, I don't care. Up until a few hours ago, during my whole life... I would have cared.
Not anymore. I'm going to continue to do and say what I think is right, especially where The Church is concerned. And besides, if some one's pissed at me, what are they going to do... kill me? Hell, my ass is on borrowed time anyways.
Watch out world.
Oh, I'm sorry... "living impaired". Or would that be "breathing challenged"?
God has a neat way of putting things into perspective.
As many of the regular Bloglodytes already know, I have to go in once a month for blood tests. Today was that day. And as my family doctor and I were chit-chatting as he reviewed the results, he told me that he was talking with a hematologist friend, and as my MD said "whenever an internist and a hematologist get together we talk about..." I cut him off and pointed to myself and said "ME!"
We both got a good laugh out of that... then he told me that he said to his hematologist friend "I have a patient with a prothrombin deficiency". To wit, his hematologist friend said "and he's not dead?"
The mood turned pretty serious. So I said to Doc, "I've always known that things were kinda touch-and-go there for a while, but how close did I really come to dying?" He looked me dead in the eye and said "my friend, you won the bonus prize. You should be dead".
From there, he gave a very graphic description of, as he put it, massive blood clots and dead internal tissue where gangrene was setting in. Like I said at the beginning of this post, I knew things were iffy back then... but I never knew things were THAT bad. But I must admit, I've always had that bad habit of not asking too many questions about that procedure I went through. I figured that the less I knew, the less I would have to worry.
So aaaaaaanyhoooooo... what's all this have to do with God putting things into perspective? Well, I got into an e-pissing contest with someone over the week-end. I readily admit that I was pretty rude. So after taking some time to calm down (and of course, some prompting from My Beloved), I e-apologized. Has the individual in question read said e-apology? I dunno. But this whole episode has been bothering me to a certain degree.
So aaaaaaanyhoooooo (squared)... what's all this have to do with God putting things into perspective? After I walked out of the doctor's office, it hit me. If I'm in the wrong, just man-up and do the right thing. If the offended person accepts... great. If not, then there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Let it go, Kev.
And if there's someone out there who I've pissed off because they deserve it, I don't care. Up until a few hours ago, during my whole life... I would have cared.
Not anymore. I'm going to continue to do and say what I think is right, especially where The Church is concerned. And besides, if some one's pissed at me, what are they going to do... kill me? Hell, my ass is on borrowed time anyways.
Watch out world.
20 Comments:
Cripes! Thats all we needed was the Caveness to have ANOTHER reason to be direct and to the point.
I shall pray for the world (or at least the blogoshpere)
LOL
Haha, he was being blunt before?
This ought to be good.
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Thank God you're alright!
You know, Marine, when I considered doing this blogging thing early this year, I wondered what the Catholic "blogosphere" was like. I searched because - considering the manner in which I wanted to effect my own blogging (straightforward, blunt, etc.) - I figured I would be shunned as uncharitable, mean etc. And then one day I came across the Lair and, zoinks!, I was astonished at what I read. "Who the hell is this guy?", I thought. "Who are these Cavemen and from whence and where did they come?" There is no such species up here in Canuckistan. The hard-nosed approach to Roman Catholicism, the devotion to Our Lord and Our Lady, the unmitigated defense of the Holy Faith, and the wonderful symphonies of variegated profanities - these encouraged me. But still, even with the firmness, the fairness was always there (despite counterclaims).
My point is this - I was unaware of your health condition, so I hope this message gives you encouragement to continue (though, I think you would still do so irrespective of what I said). Your commentaries on matters of the Faith are important and enlightening to this humble blogger.
I will ask Our Lady to keep an eye on you in my next Rosary.
(ducks)
Well, we're all on borrowed time. Today I was e-accused of being insensitive. I asked the e-individual to help me understand ... by simply replying "So what?"; I have not yet heard back from him. His last e-post was in all caps ... maybe there is no suitable font for him to express his sensitivity.
Th2 & FF,
Thanks, guys!
If the truth isn't spoken how will people hear it??? It's not up to the Church and our Bishops to be the only ones to speak the truth ~
we lay people have just as much of a duty to speak the truth!!
God's not going to give a flying crap about anyone's feeeEEEeeeelings when each of us stands before Him on judgement day!!
The Cave is what inspired me to speak out via my blog as well. (Which is up and running again now that I'm through my first trimester.)
I've had confrontations right here, face-to-face, with people that read my blog and have hurt feeeeEEEEeelings. And I'm every kind of bad name you can think of, including the relativist-Liberal cardinal sin of being "judgmental."
Who cares. So what? We're talking the SALVATION OF SOULS here. How many Catholics today give one ounce of thought or effort to trying to help save souls from hell???????? Not many. They're too worried about cowering in the foxhole and saving their own status in the eyes of society.
Thank God for The Cave!!!! Keep passing the torch. Let the Liberals whine and weep ~ maybe some of them will hear the truth and come back to God. If one, just ONE, soul is saved because of The Cave then all of your efforts have been worth it!!
Thanks CC! That post meant a lot to me.
Borrowed time---because God knows you have work to do and Lucifer's afraid of what you'll do with no time constraints to slow down your heresy hunting efforts. Wow! Imagine how much trouble you can cause if you're living outside of time!
Just sayin'
TM
Judgmentalism. Judging another human being is not so good. Judging the actions of a human being is OK.
One of the Corporal Works of Mercy is to admonish the sinner.
This is another example of Catholicism 101.
Oh BTW, prayers for your recovery, Cavey.
Vir,
Yes, I know how close you came but as I've told you before -- especially after someone writes in and says what one of your posts did for them, or who asks a question about the One True Church looking for an honest answer -- I think the Lord has called you for this work. I'm proud to call you friend.
Thanks FAB. That really does mean a lot to me. *sniffle, sniffle. I promised myself I wouldn't cry!!*
Good post. I'm on borrowed time myself. I've been dead twice and paralized from the waist down, yet I live and walk. God has something for me to do. Until that time, I'm here. I face everyday with a smile and a sense of pure joy I wish everyone could have. I still have my moments when my temper gets the best of me, as well as minor moments of depression. Yet, thanks to Him, they don't last. It drives my friends nuts. May you also drive your friends nuts!
I have been reading this blog off and on for years, I won't reveal my past online identity because I don't want you to have a heart attack or something, but this blog is part of the reason I abandoned some of my more questionable thoughts and practices of days gone by. Lets just say I used to walk in the shadows...
Thank you, Kathreja.
Comments like the one you just made, are exactly why we keep this blog going. I guess we're all just workers in the vinyard of The Lord.
Adeo,
Thanks for the prayers for a recovery... but there really isn't a "recovery" per se.
As I've already posted, I've missed a REALLY large bullet, and what's going to happen from here is that I go in once a month for blood tests, and I'm on Cumadin. Both will happen for the rest of my life.
This is just a medical condition that is managable, but could/will have complications is and when I ever do have to go under the knife for ANY reason.
But hey, when my time comes... my time comes. I'm havin' a ball in the meantime!
You're always in our prayers here, VSC. God Bless and keep you in His Loving Arms.
One of the Corporal Works of Mercy is to admonish the sinner.
I just flunked Catholicism 101! Must be too much of that audio crack. This is a Spiritual work of mercy.
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