2 posts tagged “fear”

I wish I could say that it “surprised me” or that it “stunned me” but I'd be an outright liar if I did such.

Only two weeks after the elections in November of 2008, the United States of America, a nation of former greatness, lay in absolute desolate ruin. Within the previous 72 hours a series of eight successive, delayed nuclear devices had been detonated. Indescribably large portions of metro Washington, D.C., Boston, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, and two thirds of the island of Manhattan have been turned into steaming craters. Millions are dead. President George W. Bush is in intensive care; two-thirds of the Cabinet, including the vice president, are missing or dead.
President-elect Barack Obama faces the most enormous challenge of any incoming president in the history of the nation.

Via WND

I am absolutely sick of these fear riding politicos daily spewing forth doom's day. If it comes, it comes.

One of my favorite tag lines that comes from either The Daily Show or The Colbert Report, “We fight them over there so we don't have to fight them here. What are they? Puppies? Are they going to follow us home if we leave? Do they not know where we live?”

On a side note, Colbert... you have disappointed me. I fully expected to see your stage covered in O'Reilly's blood.

I believe I'm a bit too observational. On Friday I had 3 teeth pulled and 1 tooth cut out. I can't say that I'm entirely fearless as no one can ever say that unless they're either delusional, dead or know something I don't. But once I was hooked up to the machinery my blood pressure was normal and my rest heart rate was around 60 (which given that it was 45 about two years ago is a sad indication of trending).

Once they put the nitrous over my nose I breathed in and I instantly felt the rush. "Wow, it's a wonder that more dentists aren't addicts", I told the doc. He replied back, "Well, there are some that get addicted to it. It's their after work cocktail. However a long term side-effect of nitrous addiction is peripheral neuropathy." It's a hell of a conversation to have when you're high on nitro.

Next began the sedation drip. I could tell almost instantly when the drugs hit my bloodstream. "Have you stared the drip? I can feel my arm starting to tingle". The doc replied back, "yes, we've began the drip". The next thing I know I'm being roused and talked to. I'm not entirely clear-headed enough to remember the conversation other than "It's over and everything went fine". I guess when I looked down at my feet and noticed my shoes were off and I only had on my socks they told me that I had asked to take my shoes off during the operation. I couldn't but grin because I knew that I had to. If it's one thing I really loathe in this world is having to wear shoes. Even at work I'll slip off my shoes and work with my feet under the cubicle.

The day before all of this since it's been well over 7 years since I'd been put under any sedation I figured it was time to have pancakes. That kind of logic is likely going to boggle some minds so I should explain. If I'm presented with a situation that could lead to my untimely death I want to have had pancakes at least the day before or the day of my death. Why? They're probably my favorite meal that I can possibly think of. I'm often reminded of my dad cooking them for me while I was growing up and the breakfast I shared with my parents. It's one of the few times I'm truly sentimental and those are about as common as chicken teeth.