tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60073241648140485242011-10-24T16:19:25.893-02:30Kevin Pomroyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14736746231909518929noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007324164814048524.post-43525589989777418572010-10-28T20:31:00.004-02:302010-10-28T21:26:29.128-02:30

Today was the one-year anniversary of Achmed's nuclear blast and fittingly, it was the day that I received the report from General Batten that Achmed is indeed DEAD and shrinking, just as I had suspected! I have always been a bit of an over-achiever and it seems that this is no exception, I have healed 24 months in only 12... although I do have high-school teachers who would never believe that!A

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Have you ever picked a day in a year and reflected on how much your life is different or the same 365 days later? A lot of people do that on New’s Year Eve, some on their birthday or an anniversary, some at Christmas or maybe Thanksgiving. All of these occasions are happy ones; at least I would think that is the case for most people. I think the real test of how far one has come, or how far

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Have you ever received news so good that you couldn’t stop smiling? So unexpected that it almost made you breathless? So positive that it filled you with energy? So invigorating that it gave you a new sense of purpose? Have you ever had all of these things happen with the same piece of news? Until today, I was never really sure if the General (Dr. Batten) even had any teeth. I had never seen

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It has been almost 3 months since I wrote anything here and professionally, personally, and tumorly a lot of stuff has been going on in the land of Kevin and Achmed.First off, I have a new job. About a month ago I did something that I always said I would never do… I became a civil servant. I have to tell you, I loved my old job and even though I had no intentions of staying there for the rest

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As a rule, I hate the thought of wishing time away, but it seems for the third consecutive NY Eve I am looking forward to the fresh start that can come with a new year.In 2007 I was looking forward to my new life as single guy, recently separated and just finished dividing up all the assets I felt like I had a chance to start over. I used to tell my friends, “40 is the new 30 and now that I am

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If all of you know only one thing about me it is probably that I am a pretty active person. Between work, hockey, gym, guitar, seasonal activities and a social life, pretty much the only time I stop is to sleep.Until a month ago, sleep was something that I did when I was either too tired to do anything else or I knew I had to squeeze in a few hours because tomorrow is going be a big day, it was

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So, as I said, it was suddenly Halo Brace installation time. It is not as life-threatening as having your brain blasted, but it is a helluva lot more uncomfortable. I can only compare it to getting hit in the head with a sledge-hammer on four points at the same time, then after the first hit, you get hit again, and again, and again... until the pain pretty much makes you pass out because they

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By the time evening had settled on the sleepy town of Winnipeg, that cold autumn day, my head felt like the Japanese fighter pilots, in this case Dr. West and his team, had blasted the shit of the landscape know as my brain. Unlike Pearl Harbour, it won’t go down in the annals of history as the great battle that awoke a sleeping giant in the Second World War, however, it will never be forgotten

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So today, for the first time in about a month, I actually felt like my old self again and a series of events in the past two days have brought me out of my sluggish stupor and flying back into the face of reality.Yesterday I got my Telecaster back from the shop with a new pickup in it; today after work I actually had a good workout at the gym, not just a ride on a stationary bike to make me feel

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Not to be confused with the 12 days of Christmas, where there is constant partying and celebration, the 12 days of sleep were just that, SLEEP.The first day after surgery, I slept about 15 or 16 hours on and off, probably in 2 to 3 hour stints. As time went on, the sleep time became longer and the time asleep became shorter. Here I am now, realizing once again the hard way that my body is not yet

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So, finally I am back here for a brief update on what happened to me last week. Apparently my confidence level in my healing abilities far outweighed the reality of my situation.I had every desire to keep the blog updates going as I recovered from the nuclear blast, it seems however that my desire to sleep coupled with the biggest headache I have ever even heard of, were at complete odds with my

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This will be really short!I am out of surgery. Everything went pretty much as well as anyone could have hoped for.I have the biggest headache that anyone could ever imagine, yet I feel great... sort of.Details to follow whenever I can see straight, probably tomorrow.From Achmed and Me... Live Life!

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When I woke up on Saturday morning, at 5:00am, to fly Achmed’s skinny little ass to Winnipeg, one of my favourite bands was rocking on the radio. The shrill scream of Paul Stanley’s voice said, “I really love you baby, I love what you got…” then the thundering guitar and drums, rattling like a machine gun as the melodic harmonies of the rest of KISS chimed in with, “Love Gun, Love Gun, Love Gun…

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Today started out like so many other days in my life, at 7:30 my phone alarm went off for my weekday ‘get your ass outta bed’ call… apparently I had forgotten to turn it off when I got here. I spent the first part of the morning moping around the hotel room, kind of nervous, not really able to eat, or think, or really do much of anything, eventually, around 11:00, Mom and I headed over to the

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Yesterday was pretty low-key. Slept in until 9:00 and then went to Mass with Mom. The priest there was this charismatic Italian guy from New York who spoke like an enforcer in a mafia street gang. One of my lifelong interests has always been the history of the Mafia, so this accent always makes me pay attention to whatever is being said, no matter what the topic. I gotta say, it sounded

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As a rule, I love to travel, but after only one night in Winnipeg I now realize why I have never spent any significant amount of time here. I have nothing against the place, the people are very friendly and the weather is better then we are getting back home on the island right now, but I spent a Saturday night lying around a hotel room watching the tube, which has to be an absolute first for

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One week from today I will either be on my way to recovery or on my way to becoming some kind of Super Hero. There is always the chance that I could sneeze in the radiation tunnel and become blind, or comatose, or dead I suppose... but I choose not to think of those options as very likely.I have kept myself pretty busy for the past week-and-a-half; taking in social engagements, busy with work,

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So finally the waiting for news is over and the waiting for an actual blast has begun. On Wednesday October 28, Achmed and I will be having an intimate meeting with a 40,000 pound nuclear reactor.On Friday evening, just after I got back in town from Uncle Pat’s funeral, Tammy called me from Winnipeg to let me know that my case has been accepted by the Gamma Knife team and they wanted me up there

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Today I woke up with a screaming pain in my ear that kept me almost crying in my pillow until 9:00… yes, I was once again late for work. This afternoon I got a call from my mother that my oldest uncle had passed away. That news made my pain seem pretty trivial. Uncle Pat was almost 90. He had good times and bad; hard times and easy; and lived primarily what most people would consider a rewarding

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I don’t make very good company these days; my mind wanders and loud crowds frustrate me because I can’t understand what anyone is saying. I have come to accept the fact that Achmed is with me for life and I have come to accept that radio-surgery is the way to get him under control so that I can start leading a normal life again. That being said, I have a lot of trouble accepting the fact that

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It was 7:10am when the three of us heard the synthesized blues riff that emits from my phone every morning, just after my alarm clock, to wake me up for work. It seems that I had forgotten to turn it off when I went to Toronto for a few days. My eyes popped open instantly at the familiar sound and the first thing I could think of was, “Oh shit, the boys are gonna kill me for that!”I was face

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I have been in a lot of strange and stressful situations over the span of my life but one thing that the majority of them have had in common is that there was something I could do about it. I can’t remember a time when I have felt more helpless than I have over the past several months... I don’t think I have ever been completely at the mercy of outside influences before.That being said, I do my

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All these multi-part blog entries, as much fun as they are to write, and they are even more fun to live, have occasionally gotten me off track of what the whole point of this thing was in the first place. Granted, I like to let people know that I, as a person, have not really changed that much and still enjoy living life, although you probably don’t really want to hear about some of my adventures

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It’s Friday night and sitting here at the Starbuck’s, in Toronto International Airport, almost seems like the whole last 3 days have been a dream and I just woke up.Like any good road trip with your buddies, the main reason that you go turns out to be just one, in a series of events, which makes the whole thing memorable. Granted, seeing U2 is the reason we came and the most memorable event of

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I don’t know if any of you are Rod Stewart fans, but when I typed “The Blessing of Achmed” I instantly thought of “The Killing of Georgie”, which was indeed, a great song, and according to the title, somewhat appropriate for what I did last night.I was raised as a Catholic, and although I have spent about half of my life not going to church outside of special occasions, I still kind of consider

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Although I am a pretty patient person overall in life, I have no patience for moron drivers, slow walkers and waiting just because “That’s the way it is.”Today I spent a fair chunk of my day trying to reach the receptionist at Dr. Batten’s office. I can respect that they are all busy there, but they let the phone ring for 7 and 8 minutes at a time before someone picks it up, and then they tell me

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I feel like I have moved from one hurry-up and wait situation to another and keep repeating the pattern. Last week I finally got the word that Achmed is indeed benign, which incidentally made me feel about 40 pounds lighter around the shoulder area in an instant, and now I am still waiting for my schedule. Apparently I am going to Winnipeg in October for my nuclear blast. I guess the medical

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Going to the dentist is something that has never really bothered me in the past, my teeth are in good shape and Shaun, my dentist, is a pretty cool guy to chat with. Well, at least he always used to be.As I am sure you all know having a conversation with your dentist is not an easy task at the best of times. I have no idea how they learn to understand someone, who has a hand stuffed in their

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So today I had a meeting with the General and the news was pretty good. To sum things up, I am heading to Winnipeg in October for Achmed’s execution… it will be a date that I am sure will cause me reflection on life for a long time to come.I don’t know if any of you know Dr. Tony Batten, but if you do I would imagine that your assessment of his personality will probably concur with mine… that man

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In approximately 72 hours from now I am going to know what the deal is with this little buddy in my head. Monday Afternoon I am meeting with General Batten to get what I hope is a confirmation of my diagnosis along with a tentative plan for the execution of Achmed. Lately the headaches and fatigue have been more frequent and worse and the burning sensation in my jaw has come close to bringing me

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Eventually everyone stopped laughing at me long enough to eat their food and the money waiter came over and gave us a bill. Who ever would have thought that a few burgers and a club sandwich would have cost that much in a pub… it is possible, however, that we drank more than a pitcher or two at that seating!The five of us (Jamie had somehow decided that we were not too rude to hang with after

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I am rarely at a loss for words, in fact there are many times when I rant on about a subject that I am interested in for far longer that I probably should. Today was not one of those times.As I was on my way back to the office from a social lunch (which in itself is a bit of a rarity for me) my phone rang, it was Dad. Dad doesn’t call me in the middle of the day very often, unless he needs my

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I have been going to Halifax with a bit of semi-regularity over the years. I used to live there, my ex-wife is from there and my head office is there, so I have probably visited Halifax more than any other city, although I haven’t kept count.This past trip to my favourite pub-strip in the country was much more low-key than the one with the 4 guys. It’s a good thing too, because I don’t think I

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I know it has been a while… but I am delayed at the airport so I figured it was a good time to try to squeeze in another chapter.As we were getting ready to leave the jazz festival the Master of Ceremonies for the day started talking about the 4 guys... yes, somehow three of us had done interviews with some dude while we were hanging around and waiting for Matt to meet up with us. Through all of

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One thing that I never really thought about until very recently is, when I meet someone new in the dating area, when is a good time to tell them about Achmed? It is kind of an awkward subject to bring up with a stranger and it is certainly not something I want to define me for the rest of my life.Saturday afternoon I went on a date with a girl from Vancouver named Sarah Rowland. Normally I

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I have been surrounded by a lot of death in my lifetime and I have been to way too many funerals. When you are from such a huge family, and are among the younger ones, that is just a fact of life.In recent years though, I have been attending more funerals for the parents of my friends. It seems that when you hit this vintage in life, the people you looked up to as a child start checking-out and

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This weekend was the 25th annual George Street Festival in my hometown. Normally, it is not something I take part in very much (I am not really a fan of the drunken culture that George St. breeds. To clarify what I mean, yes I drink on occassion; but no, I do not get hammered to go out.) I usually go down one night to see the bands, but that is about it. This year was Achmed’s first GSF and I

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Everybody, everyday, engages in different types of relationships in different ways. Family, friends, business, romantic... ultimately every interaction is a form of a relationship. Since I got back from the KISS road trip, I have really been putting a lot of thought into this subject.Building business relationships in my career has always been something that I am good at, however, relationships

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It was brought to my attention today that I have kind of gotten away from what this blog was all about in the first place. I wasn’t actually going to write about my frat-boy weekend, because truthfully, that is not the way I generally behave. That certainly doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it again... maybe in another year or so, not anytime soon.The fact is, I was encouraged to tell everyone

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At 7:00 AM I woke up for the first time... my bladder was so extended that I could not even sit up! There was someone in the can, unloading their bowels for all they were worth... finally the toilet flushed and I rolled out of bed and painfully made it to the bathroom... only to hear the shower start flowing! “F#@%” was all I could get out of me at that point! I will admit that the bar sink

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So, when I left off last time, Matt and I were struggling to catch-up with Jason and Todd. It wasn’t so much the fact that we felt a juvenile need to be impaired, but more to the point we all had to share a hotel room for 4 nights and were probably going to be hanging out together a lot… and these guys were really obnoxious and annoying. Matt and I had to put ourselves in a mental state of

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Have you ever had an MRI before? I have not, well, until today. I have never been buried alive either, however I think the two must be pretty similar. (I’ll get back to the road trip tomorrow)Today was my first one in what I hope is a long line of annual MRIs to monitor Achmed after the nuclear blast. It is a pretty simple procedure actually. You show up at the hospital and wait... well; actually

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Well, a road trip with the “4 Guys” might be good for the spirit but it completely flies in the face of the healthy lifestyle I have adapted myself with (Winston Churchill would love that sentence). Truthfully, you could probably say it is a method of reinforcement to return to healthy living when you get home, and a means of questioning how you ever lived through university. I now know why all

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Do you remember Christmas Eve when you were a child? The anticipation of what you were going to get and the excitement of Santa coming to visit your house; no to mention you were on holidays from school had you up all night. Well I have been looking forward to seeing KISS since I was a little boy and I think that last night was my Christmas Eve. I first saw KISS on TV at my Uncle Don’s house

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Those of you who know me even a little bit already know that I am not much of a television watcher, but I do like good movies (I also have a few guilty pleasures of shows that I record and watch the whole season of in a short amount of time, which is kind of like a few movies) and one movie which I thought was great … “The Notebook”… yes, I can hear all my buddies who know I watch blood and guts

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Life has been treating me pretty well lately, well, you know, with the exception of my new buddy that makes my head throb and my bell ring, but other than that, I have no complaints.Achmed has had a pretty positive impact on my lifestyle. As far as my physical health goes, I feel better than I have in years, thanks in no small part to Amanda and Carl. I feel stronger, fitter and all around more

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My job has a lot of sitting at a desk and constant communications to people for one project or another and since the weather has gotten nicer out, I have gotten into the habit of not really spending too much time at my computer during the weekend, other than checking my email once or twice. For someone who is absolutely tied to technology and communication for my job, I have an amazingly low

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I have always thought that anyone who wears earplugs at a concert was getting old, so either I am getting old or Achmed has taken over a little more than I thought.Tonight I went to see The Tragically Hip for the 6th time; it practically makes me a groupie. In fact, the only bad that I have seen more (if you don’t count bar acts) is Blue Rodeo, although they are technically tied now until the

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A lot of people reflect on where they are in their lives on New Year’s Day. Many people, especially when they start to get into the second half of their life-span reflect on their birthday. Some people ponder their life on their child’s birthday, or maybe their marriage anniversary.My biggest day of reflection has always been July 1. Not because it is Canada’s birthday, nor because it is a

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Sometimes when you can’t plan the things you want, or you can't just automatically say yes to an opportunity that you want to be part of, you can start to feel like you are under a mild form of house arrest. There are lots of reasons other than medical that can elicit these feelings.For the past few weeks I have been living with my life on hold. Not to say I have been lying on the couch, (

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These pictures were taken a few seconds apart by the looks of things... I have no idea where Greg came sliding in from as I chased the puck into the corner... but as it turned out, that sounding thump of plastic hitting ice again as he took me out at the ankles, has changed my life. Perhaps I should have stayed on those double bladed skates afterall! From Achmed and Me... Live Life!

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Sorry to interrupt Achmed’s tale of discovery with all the possibly uninteresting observations that I am having about everything lately… I don’t know what has gotten into my head...So, when I left you all sitting on the edge of your office chairs over a week ago, I had just gotten the news that I was going for a CT scan… I should probably fill you in a little on how Floyd and Greg have played

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First day of summer, longest day of the year and the day to honour all the fathers… so to mine, and to the rest of you men out there who have rugrats, large and small, chasing around your coat-tail… Happy Father’s Day! (In the interest of gender equality, Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers; and for those of you who have opted out of the offspring-care programs of life… Happy Individual’s Day

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Have you ever just been part of a conversation but not really participated in any meaningful way? My guess is that you have and I can guarantee you that I have. Perhaps my lack of sincerity in the occasional chat has recently heightened my awareness of conversations around me. If you have been paying attention to my ranting neurosis about Achmed at all over the past couple of weeks, you are

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A lot of people have expressed concern to me regarding what kind of financial hit I am going to take in this whole deal. In the early going, it was really the last thing on my mind, and truthfully, if it was going to be something that was going to sink me, or worse, something I just couldn’t put together at all... trust me, in the words of that famous Motown hit, “I ain’t too proud to beg!”The

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To quote Zig Ziglar, "People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing - that's why we recommend it daily."I read that today and I couldn’t help but find it interesting. Yes, I know, I am supposed to be finishing the “big bang” story, but like I said, I can get to it when I have nothing new to say...lol.As you can probably imagine, I am learning a lot about energy these

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I know I am supposed to be finishing my “big bang” story here today, but that can wait until I have nothing new to add…lol.Yesterday was the first relaxing day I have had since I discovered that Achmed was tagging along for the ride: had Breakfast; checked e-mail; did the blog thing; went to lunch with my parents; ran into Andrew, a hockey buddy of mine who is hooking me up with some meditation

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I hope that you all enjoyed game seven, as I predicted, it was an awesome game. As I did not predict, my usual food fare for such an event, beer, nachos and wings, was converted into spring water, steamed soy beans and fruit salad… it seems that either Achmed is a health nut or I am Jesus… no, that was water into wine, not the other way around!I can’t thank you all enough for the support, prayers

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As the saying goes, “a bad day on the golf course beats a good day at the office.” Today I had to play in a golf tournament (yes, I know, I have a very difficult job) and I can honestly say that it was the absolutely worst weather that I have ever had to chase that little white ball down a grassy field. Notice that I say “worst weather” not worst day, which is what I was thinking at 6:30 this

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Those of you who have known me for a long time know that I hate going to the gym. in fact, the main reason I do it is because it feels good when I stop. Kind of like beating your head on the wall... the relief of it being over almost seems to make it worthwhile... well, except for the fact that beating your head on the wall doesn't really serve a purpose... unless you are trying to give yourself

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First I must apologize, I had told you all that I would have this update last night, but I never got it finished because I was too bagged form the days events and needed to sleep. I got the best night’s sleep in weeks last night... good thing too, because the weekend is coming up...lol. So here is last night’s post:I trust that many of you who are following along my journey have already done

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Hello everyone, this is going to be quick, but I promise to fill in some of the blanks this evening, so check back.I probably could have been on here a little bit earlier, but I needed to grab a sandwhich and my way to the office, then as I was passing the music store, I remembered that I needed some strings, then I swung by Starbuck's and grabbed a coffee to wash down the sandwhich... I realize

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As I lie in bed, completely awake and not able to sleep, with a stomach rolling like a tsunami and my head pounding like a jack-hammer, I am starting to accept the fact that I may not get very much sleep tonight. My meeting with the head, head-man is tomorrow at 12:30. I am wondering if I am facing the best case scenerio or the worst or more likely somewhere in the vast middle. On one hand, I

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So, this morning I actually paid attention to what I was thinking when I woke up... “I wish that damn cat would stop licking my face!” Seriously, Mikey (my cat) drives me nuts at feeding time! Who needs an alarm clock when you live with the most highly food-motivated being on the planet!But after I fed the cat and put the coffee on I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There it was ...

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Even before I found out I had a new companion travelling with me, I have been on a bit of a health kick trying to relive my youth or something. I am not sure if it was turning 40, my divorce or the violent hangovers that seem to come with increasing age, but for whatever the reason, I have been on a path of better physical, mental and spiritual health for about a year now. On this path I have

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What is the first thing that you think of in the morning when you wake up? That is the question that was put to me today in an email, and it made me think… Until I read that message, I don’t think I ever paid attention to what I thought in the morning after slamming my fist down on the alarm clock. Until a week ago, it was probably, “damn ( I use damn because this is a family friendly site), it’s

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Over the past week, I have had the "privilege" of telling and emailing a large number of family and friends about my new opportunity. After the initial shock has worn off (for me that took about 4 days) everyone wanted to know what the hell it was I had and how am I feeling. It is a perfectly natural reaction to want the answer to these questions when a loved one has news such as this, but I

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Hello and welcome to my blog about Achmed the dead brain tumor! I will get to how I named this in a few minutes, but first I want to tell you what you have either accidentally or purposly stumbled across on the interweb.My name is Kevin and I have a brain tumor. It kind of sounds like I have entered a 12 step program when I say it like that, but I can assure you that I am not addicted to this

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