Bizarre factoid I read over the weekend – in any 48-hour period in 2010, more data was created than had been created by all of humanity in the past 30,000 years.
I just took a couple weeks off from blogging. From blogging and from my blog-related social media stuff, for the most part. It wasn’t really a choice. More of a necessity. And that’s all I’m going to say about that, for now. Truth is, I’m not really comfortable sharing more of my life here. If I could just ignore my absence, I would. But as I’ve never gone more than a few days without writing before…
Anyway, I have a couple of random stories for you. Hopefully you’ll find them somewhat amusing and I’ll be able to pull them together with the factoid up top and make this into a relatively coherent blog post. And if not, well, I’ve been gone a while. At least I tried.
Story #1) A long, long time ago (a couple of decades ago, to be more exact) I woke up one morning feeling really sick. Sick in a way I’d never felt before. But I was young and underemployed and didn’t have a doctor or any health insurance. So I did what a lot of people do in that situation. Lay in bed and hoped that I’d feel better soon.
And then, after not feeling better for a couple of days, I started to panic. I was in unbearable pain in a way that was starting to scare me. So I called a friend and asked her advice. Not that she knew anything about health or medicine, but I wanted someone to tell me what they would do in that situation. She said she’d go to the emergency room. So that’s what I did. In a cab. Because I could barely stand up, but there was no way in hell I was calling an ambulance.
Hours later they determined that I needed to be admitted. I was right to go to the emergency room (I ended up spending weeks in the hospital). Then the worst part of my day came… calling my parents. I knew they would a) freak out that I was getting admitted to the hospital b) be upset with me for not calling sooner.
And sure enough, within an hour my parents came roaring into the ER, my mother screaming at me. How could I do that to her?
Truth is, I was less afraid of being sick/what might be wrong with me than dealing with my irrational parents.
Story #2) I had a couple/few promising dates right before I had to disappear-ish. As you’d expect, most guys aren’t much interested in hanging around for some chick they barely know. But one guy keeps texting and calling and seems to really care. Which either makes him the nicest, coolest guy in the world. Or freakishly over-attached to someone he barely knows.
I feel bad about the way I treated him, the probably nicest, coolest guy in the world. I didn’t return any texts or calls for about a week or so. Not just to him. To anyone. Except a couple of really close friends. And I mean that exactly. 2 people. And business stuff. I replied to clients and did paid work. But I didn’t reply to texts or calls to any friends, acquaintances, bloggers, etc. I just couldn’t. I didn’t have the energy to manage other people’s reactions and expectations. It was just easier for me to not deal with people.
Oh, and about that opening factoid… back when I was in the hospital for those few weeks. In my early 20s. It was pre-cell phones. Pre-internet (yes, these things existed but they were not in common use). I just lay there in my hospital bed and watched the same 2 or 3 crappy movies over and over because that’s what they had on the hospital TV. One movie channel with the same few movies playing over and over. Friends would drop by every night and bring me things to read. But I’d read through whatever they brought by noon the next day. Back then, a person could effectively check out for a few weeks and not miss out on much. Hardly be missed. Kinda pointless to say times have changed. But HOLY FUCK times have changed!
Anyway, I’m back. And I’m going to do my best to stick around for while. Thanks for sticking with me.
Tags: health, parents