I have now been in the hospital for about three and a half weeks.
I am really, really tired of being in the hospital. The people are nice, don’t get me wrong, but I want to go home. At the moment, I may end up at another rehab facility, but I would much rather be with my wife in my own space.
Unfortunately, getting in the apartment is a problem, as I am not walking yet. I hope I am by Wednesday.
The bigger problem is that tempers are short and I keep getting drawn into drama that I really should not be involved with while in the hospital. So, I’m going radio dark for a while. I’m shutting down my connection to Facebook, email, even shutting off my phone. I need a break, I need space to recover and start walking.
If you need to reach me, leave a message. I’ll get back to you, eventually.
Sorry about the huge gap in content. I had an accident and am currently in rehabilitation, so I have been focused on physical and occupational therapy. So, to diverge slightly from my normal political and religious topics, I am starting a series of the bizarre, interesting, and sometimes horrible stories from my time as a professional computer technician.
We begin our story way back in 1996. I was a young man of 18 at the time, dating a woman named Melissa, living with my parents, trying to find my way in the world. I really wanted to work on computers, but had no professional experience in the field, so finding a job had proved to be most difficult.
Late one night, I saw a show on the public access station with a guy assembling a computer, and, at the end of it, was a phone number and the man said they were looking for people without experience who would be interested in working in the computer field. I jumped at the chance. Continue reading