Near Earth Orbit

Trying to be sarcastic about sarcoidosis or small cell cancer doesn’t go over well with family facing my father’s deteriorating health condition.

Instead, I follow the advice, relayed, of looking up terminology and longterm acute care services through popular search engine technology.

My mother’s health, viewed closely by my sister, is at stake.

Sigh…

One whole thousand years from now, the details of this day are lost to modern memory, despite mass media portrayal of ubiquitous surveillance fighting against sousveillance.

I wonder how many people are unaware of factual existence not supported by fantasies, dreams, delusions and skewed beliefs.

Can we see without labeling?

Can we live in the moment without overlaying illusions?

How do we remove the “we” to be the [super]sets of states of energy that constantly interact?

And, in so doing, how do I help [to] direct medically-trained professionals toward resolving rather than speculating about [the root cause(s) of] the set of issues dogging my father on a daily basis?

All in an effort to clear my thoughts to focus on life decades and centuries from now through data-driven projections of fluctuating trends recorded in a blog/storyline?

First Rule of STEM School: Never, ever, extract or extend the results of conjecture and/or analysis toward infinity.  Safely assume trends are at cross-purposes and will either reach equilibrium or pull one another apart.  Or both.  Or neither.  All at the same time.

The “House” Effect: Or, how the CSI effects affected aftereffects

While the Subcommittee on the Organisation of Offworld Committee-Forming Avoidance convenes its annual bimonthly meeting to finalise plans for colonisation anarchy policies and procedures, the monetary policy to end the dependence on Fiat and Dodge taxes is in its final stages of incompletion.

That’s the message I’m supposed to send today.

Sitting here in my virtual cyberself, a suit of robotic clothing that simulates my former self (the original set of states of energy long since spoiled after exceeding its expiration date), the residents of the local council estates gives me a round of applause and then a standing ovation for handing them the best performance of the “House” effect.

You know the drill, of course.

Whether one should credit the writers or acting ensemble, with special emphasis on the influence of Hugh “Huge Ego” Laurie, or thank the producers/directors, is a matter of debate long since exhausted.

A mix of dyspepsia and dystopia, cooked to a boil, cooled with a few frozen pieces of Holmesian analysis and served next to a side dish of considerably half-baked humour.  At room “temeprature.”

Garnish with kale, not iceberg lettuce, for the aftereffect is enlightening nutritious, not Titanic, in nature.  Or, at least, shocking in worst case presentational sentimental presentments.

Thanks to the behind-the-scenes folks at the PatriotStore, PatriotCafe, and construction workers wearing creatively stickered helmets at MHVAMC; Nina, Sharon and Geno; Brynn; Dr. Coffey; Danielle; Randy at German Motors; Olympus Exera equipment; evidence-based medicine; and more later…

Congrats to Chestney on the birth of her child, Shannon Elizabeth, 8 lb 7 oz, 21-in long.

Family Update (feel free to skip)

Family:

Dad’s vital signs are stable in ICU right now.  We’ve talked with his doctor twice, as well as observed the whole staff while the head MD used Dad as a teaching tool for MD residents.

Here’s the summary so far:

When Dad entered the ER at the VA yesterday, he had pneumonia which presumably he contracted at the VA skilled nursing facility (or CLC, as they call it).

Turns out he also had a collapsed lung due to a blockage of mucus.  They put Dad on a respirator (called a Nellcor Puritan Bennett 840 Ventilator System) that, unlike the old iron lung (which helped to pull air into the the lungs), pumps air into or inflates his lungs — they hoped to reinflate his collapsed lung with the respirator.

Three chest X-rays over the course of last night and into this morning showed the progression of his inflated lung (first X-ray: lung was 2/3 collapsed; second one: 1/3 collapsed; third one: completely inflated), which also went hand-in-hand with Dad’s oxygen level, rising from the 70s to just about 100% oxygen saturation now.

They’ve given Dad antibiotics that treat 98% of the types of pneumonia usually encountered in hospital situations, including the VA nursing home where he was staying, so Dad’s infection should go away with time.  The mucus blockage is still there but the last X-ray showed the lung is inflated past the blockage so that’s a good thing for now.  The doctor examined Dad and thinks the lung may have collapsed a little since the last X-ray.  Therefore, Dad will stay on the respirator for at least the next 24 hours before they attempt to wean him off of respiration assistance.

That’s the good news.

While looking at Dad’s X-rays, the doctor (and radiologist) noted Dad’s heart is enlarged.   Upon further examination, it appears Dad has damage to the wall of one ventricle, a tear that resulted in a bulge at some time in the past (i.e., an aneurysm), which the doctor surmises was an undetected heart attack (MI, or myocardial infarction) that is associated with the recent reports of Dad having a heart murmur.

The doctor has ordered another chest X-ray, as well as a sonogram (ultrasound of the heart) to further detail the damage; in other words, if the heart damage is bad and Dad is unable to fight the lung infection, then we have to consider the measures we want to take to try to get Dad better.

In addition, the doctor is worried about Dad’s neurological condition.  Basically, mentally, deep down, Dad has to want to fight this or his body will not get better.  If Dad was a 20-year old man, his body could probably heal itself regardless of Dad’s mental state; however, at this point, we cannot say what’s going on in Dad’s thoughts because he cannot verbalise or visually express in any coherent manner his pains, aches or desires.

After going through Dad’s medical history, the doctor told us what nobody wants to hear but those in the medical field understand — we may never know what has caused Dad’s symptoms but, as knowledgeable/compassionate MDs, the doctors must admit they’re human, too, and don’t know everything.

The important thing is to give Dad as much of a chance as the medical staff can for him to get better, making him comfortable in the process, and let time (and God) heal Dad.

Also, Dad’s blood pressure has varied, running a little low, but hasn’t dropped precipitously low, so they’re watching his BP but don’t want to give him any medication unless they have to, avoiding complications and giving them a little room for changing his meds if an emergency arises.

Same for his agitation/anxiousness — they don’t want to overly sedate him but simply give him anti-anxiety medication on an as-needed basis so that Dad has the chance to let us know if he’s in any real pain or wants to participate in some other way in his recovery.

That’s all for now.  We’ll know more tomorrow.

Thanks for all your prayers,

Rick

How many people have you met in your lifetime?

I remember when it took months, sometimes years, for the result of litigation concerning an automobile smashup to be announced.

This morning, while I reprogrammed the connections between my synapses and the autonomous transport vehicle carrying my physical presence to another location on our home planet, I caused the vehicle’s guidance system to malfunction, resulting in a smashup on an offramp of the local highway.

I stare at the hole in my labour/investment credit account where I was billed a large sum to be paid off in installments to cover the cost of the smashup as well as medical bills and the usual “fee” for pain and suffering to prevent someone like me from thinking about toying with transportation vehicles en route.

Yes, the news was filled with photos and diagrams of the smashup, claiming a new record — five seconds — was set between the end of the smashup and the guilty verdict given to me, a few nanoseconds before my account was sucked dry.

I’m lucky.  I can remember a time when we had real lawyers and judges who worked out deals in judge’s chambers or argued cases in newspaper headlines in order to sway a jury of one’s peers.

Now, our fully connected surveillance and transport system monitoring equipment can sort out the cause-and-effect event instantaneously, leaving a small assortment of people to plea their legal issues in front of computerised/crowdsourced adjudications.

A child dies from a bee sting.  The bee’s venom is traced to a natural hive.  The parents have already banked on their child’s future earning potential.  They want justice.

To whom do they turn?

I am the last of my breed.  It’s my job to decide if the natural hive has thrived because of a local farm or the nearby section of the globalised network of natural parks.

Should I award the parents their citizenry “fee” based on the limited earnings of the farmer or the seemingly unlimited earnings of the global government’s Natural Park Management Foundation?

As judge, jury and lawyer for both sides, I take every case handed to me seriously.

Besides, I have a new subculture to pay for over the next five decades, since in a subsequent ruling, it was decided that my smashup caused a future reconfiguration of the small neighbourhood in which the smashup took place.  I have to foot the bill for the whole shebang?!  Wow!

After monitoring the tracers I inserted in 20% of the beehive workers, it appears that nearly a 50/50 split exists between bees who visit the natural park and bees who pollinate the farmer’s crop.

Hmm…

Do I follow previous rulings that say a party which has even the slightest responsibility over 50%, no matter whether it’s 99.9999% or 50.0000000001%, is automatically guilty of the whole thing?

Do I rule that minor accessories to a crime are just as guilty but only responsible for their slice of the pie?

Do I rule the parents are at fault for letting their child, known before birth for susceptibility to fatal bee stings, walk through a strip of grass between her domicile and the transportation device which took her from one parent’s workplace back home during Take Your Child To Telework/Shared Office Space Day?

I have three seconds left to decide this case.

I’ll take a one-second nap and then submit my ruling for crowdsourced refinement, which usually only takes a few more seconds before the case’s outcome is officially stamped and approved, the sting of a single bee changing the course of our whole species in an instant.

Happiness, Amalgamated

Soon enough, while Mr. Gibbs stomachs colorectal cancer, I return to the imaginary future.

All the time, my father spends his days and nights in unknown cognitive condition.

The EU squanders. Or flounders.

Useful youthful years are spent away from dedication to full employment by/for the global economy.

Whose vision is here for me?

I write here, right here, where goals and victories are created by us for us.

Subcategories of subcutaneous subcultural attributes gain strength in building buildings, gilded, geldings waiting by the bay.

This moment is my future. Was. Will be.

I compete with/against my former dreams.

Listening to the likes of Claire Lynch, Ben Bosco, April Taylor and the Lunabelles; pump/reed organs; piano; mobile phone ringtones in sync with automobile brakes and squeaking steering wheels.

Thanks to Robert, Tracy, Kelly, Jody, Eloise, Rick, and Wendy today at the VA. [Yes, it was windy today, too.]

I write as if the future already happened [it did].

That’s the way it was.

Doesn’t matter who, when or where.

The future has a way of controlling its destiny [in retrospect, of course].

A class of ’82 SCHS graduate behind the counter at DQ.

Leaving the farm at 18 only to return and buy the one next door.

Do you know who’s going to Germany?

Who’s been to Myrtle Beach?

Whose father owned a TR3 and then a Porsche?

Who knows the best SNFs in town?

Does anyone want my father for a guinea pig for ALS/dementia/depression brain enhancement research, getting his professorial input via scribbled one-word responses to start with?

How will we deal with autism/dementia in solar system colonies not equipped for nonessential task assignments?

How far do I stretch my thought set to truly take in all seven billion of us, completely attached to the global economic employment model or not?

Every one of us is a data point in the scheme of turning carbon-based lifeform equivalents back out into the galaxy.

Your future has been plotted and trended.

Time to tell you what you’ll be thinking/doing next.

The reluctant leaders plods on in his clodhoppers…

bargain shopping

Today, my father sat in front of the desktop PC in the patient lounge of the Mountain Home VA CLC, spending nearly 1.5 hours trying to correctly spell the word “computer.”

That is an accomplishment worth mentioning and celebrating.

Not only that but he still remembers how to use a computer mouse with a scroll wheel and can move cards in a computer Solitaire card game (although red and black colours are a problem for him).

In Microsoft WordPad he knew most of the major functions, including font size/colour, bold/underline features and highlight/copy/paste.

That is what ALS, bulbar option, gives us — a man who cannot walk, speak or write well but who can still operate a decent HID/UI combination with which he was familiar as professor and retired emailer/surfer/Solitaire player.

I thank Frank and his EMT driver at Johnson City/Washington County EMS for transporting my father back-and-forth from/to the VA CLC to/from the JCMC. Also, Lavonna, Tanya, April and Dr. Reddi (sp?); Jay, Pat, Amanda, Patty and others at the VA CLC; Pal’s in Colonial Heights; Hannah at Krispy Kreme in Johnson City; Home Depot in Kingsport; Evelyn and David Carpenter in Rogersville (and their great crew); Dawson Fields and Debbie at Martin’s Greenhouse; Patricia Rhoton; Tuesday Morning.

Speaking of Tuesday Morning, I picked up a Sena ZipBook iPad black classic leather case, MSRP at $99, for $14.99 this afternoon. I thank the cow(s) and bovine processors for the privilege of using this handcrafted genuine leather stand/cover to protect my overpriced 10-inch tablet PC (a/k/a iPad 2).

More to thank later. The medical staff at the VA CLC are a great understanding bunch, letting my father explore the hallways in his wheelchair in order to familiarise himself with his surroundings and hopefully get to know his hallmates, fellow military veterans that they are.

His current roommate, nicknamed Moses, is a Korean War veteran who served two years of active duty as a Marine helicopter mechanic, aged 81 and 98 pounds (half of it in his beard and long hair). Couldn’t ask for a friendlier man to share a room with my father.

Time for dinner with my mother — fresh vegetables from the fine folks at the Market in Rogersville — green beans, corn, sweet potatoes and ham.

Time to compute trajectories in the evening hours while connected to clandestine supercomputer networks hiding in plain view (do you know how much data storage we keep in the power lines outside your home?!).

A Universe of Symbols to Choose From

Leaning back in my father’s chair, typing on a Bluetooth keyboard, the iPad in a landscape position, my mother reviewing my sister’s handwritten notes from visits with medical personnel in hospital, rehab and at the VAMC, deciphering the need to set up a heal-the-vet (no, I mean Health-e-Vet) online account, I wonder about the [conscious] thoughts, if any, flowing through my father’s body.

After all, he’s not the sound mind and body man he was this time last year.

We can thank the vast wonders of the universe — the interplay of sets and nonsets of states of energy — for that.

Meanwhile, the scenic suburban setting out the dining room window calls attention to itself and its property definitions divided by manufactured/commercialised/grown chainlink, PVC, wood and shrub fencelines.

Toward what are we setting goals and attaining them?

I thank many of you and your ready participation in our globally-connected society, creating the opportunity for me to be here wondering about the longterm costs to, and benefits for, our health of y/our ready participation in all that we do.

We can see poisoned water or burning rivers and say, “A-ha! Factory pollution and sub/urban waste!”

But what about what we cannot see? What is the what we don’t know how to ask for?

The luxury of being here, watching an American eastern robin bob through mown grass for insects to eat is hard to fathom today. My father’s ability to comprehend why the image in front of him changes — a red-and-black blob [bird] bouncing across green [grass] in many [tree] shades of an [sunlit] afternoon — is harder to imagine. Being mute makes it so.

Birds don’t have health clinics or physical therapy rooms.

Fortunately, we do.

Instead of pondering further, I personally thank some of you [again] — Jennifer, Mary, Sue, Tina, Ethan, Michael, Benjamin, Amanda, Dr. Little, Barbara, Heather, Robin, Heidi, Dr. Province, Dr. May, Dept. of VA, Heather, Leigh Ann, Kristine…

Both Sides of the Law

While an Arby’s Junior dissolves with curly fries in my stomach, topped with a Reese’s bunny-shaped peanut butter flavoured bar, NASCAR drivers prepare for their usual weekend gig and Brazil nuts grow in the jungle.

A friend asked me why we no longer debate the [de]merits of having a chief executive in the White House with no military experience.

Good question.

We spend many a minute examining the minutiae of business experiences of major political candidates, including the incumbent, but we fail to notice their lack of actual, on-the-ground, basic-training, in-the-bunker or sweating-in-the-field-tent combat training.

Because I live in a town that generates a lot of local tax revenue from government-based military operations, my perspective might be different from that of a city dweller where large chunks of the economy come from the financial sector, tourism, creative arts or academia.

Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the dual-use aspect of government spinoffs, including rocket technology and outer space life support systems, that I forget other industries prop up our modern standards of living, too.

What about the global economy in general?  It would be easy for me to get lost in reports about our hyperconnected world but I’m interested in more than that, as you know.

The global military budget is about 2% of world economic production.  Now, ask yourself, do you spend more or less than two percent of your household budget (post-tax take home pay, that is) to protect yourself, your loved ones and your possessions from the desire by others to possess what you have?

Think about these examples: the locks on your doors and windows; home security system; computer antivirus software; gates, fences and other property barriers; insecticides and herbicides; curtains/drapes; wall/ceiling/floor insulation; enclosed heating/cooling system; paper shredder; file cabinet/safe; personal weaponry (guns, knives, etc.); apartment/flat doorman.

What about the knowledge that your neighbours having some of the things above, that you don’t, acts as an implied deterrent for you?

Today, my family received the great news that my father, who served in the U.S. Army, and was recently diagnosed with ALS bulbar option, will be able to spend time in a temporary skilled nursing facility at the nearby VA medical center to aid in his rehab and preparation for longterm care.

History says we are involved in fewer and smaller wars as the years progress in this current cycle of globally-connected subcultures (a/k/a the one-world civilisation/order).

Despite our growing civility toward one another, old thought patterns prevail, meaning there is still a need for protective services of one sort or another and, in the longterm, medical care for those who served and sacrificed their time, effort and lives for the rest of us, whether or not we served and/or paid for protective services ourselves.

Our family thanks many who helped my father regain his physical strength and helped us work through the paperwork to secure a place for my father’s continued medical journey — IPC (Heather, Carmen, Anna), HealthSouth Rehab Hospital (Jennifer, Ethan, Amy, Amanda and many others), and VAMC (Heidi, PJ, and more).