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.