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Lego Time!

22 Feb

February 22, 2014

A little over a week ago, I introduced you to The Palace Cinema, the Lego set which I would build during my recovery. (Don’t worry, the operation went well. The doctor tells me I didn’t need all of those parts anyway, and my insurance company recently went out of business so there was no need to worry about things like sponges or anesthesia. Those just drive up the cost anyway, and take it from me- doctors who work out of their attics are very cost conscious.)

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I never built anything out of Lego, even when I was a kid. (I was more of a tea party and scones GI Joe kind of kid.) And this set has almost 2200 pieces. Big pieces, small, pieces, and lots and lots of tiny prices that get lost in the rug. This was going to be a challenge. If I’ve learned anything in my nearly two days of building, it is this: It takes forever to sort those pieces out, and even longer find the one you want when there are only two of them in a set of thousands. Sure, there are 987 long grey girders, but there were only 2 tiny brown “L” shapes. This would not be the case if I were building a life-size movie theater.

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100_0093100_0094Of course, this is all hampered by the fact that I had a four-hour operation, a debilitating operation, and my movements tend to be stiff and I have to get up and move every so often or I just get sore and achy and Legos all over the place.

But all is going well so far. I don’t want to go on too much or post too many pictures (Captain Pigheart may sue me for stealing his gimmick- one of them, anyway) but I’ll let you know how this turns out, and also, if you care, how my recovery is going. I still can’t sleep through the night, but at least I have something to do at 3 am. 100_0117

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The Egotistical Doctor

3 Feb

February 3, 2014

I was recently in the doctor’s office. No, not the waiting room, but this doctor’s private office. I sat across the desk from a fairly prominent cardiologist and talked about my health, etc. He was a pretty good guy and came across like he knew what he was talking about, and he better- it’s my heart we’re talking about. But before he came in I had a few minutes alone in the office and looked around. There were the usual degrees and diplomas on the wall, models and drawings of the human heart, reference books galore, all the stuff you’d expect. On his ornate desk, which was huge, were dozens of family photos. The doctor and his wife skiing, his kids sailing, the whole family on a tropical beach, etc, and pictures of them all with people I assume were celebrities but I honestly did not recognize.

But the pictures were all facing me.

Every picture faced the visitor, not the doctor. From where he was sitting, all he saw was the back of the frames. So obviously, these pictures were there for my benefit, not his. On my desk at work the pictures face me. I want to see them. They relax me, take me away from work for a few seconds. But the doctor’s pictures? I was supposed to be impressed by them.

Why? I don’t know, maybe it is simply the doctor’s ego. But do I want a doctor with a big ego? To a certain extent, yes. Not overly much, not overly confident, but I do want a doctor who has accomplished much and has a bit of an ego as opposed to a wishy-washy doctor who is in doubt of his diagnosis- especially in this case, when I was merely there as an insurance prerequisite.

If I have to look at his boring family vacation photos, then that’s the price I’ll pay.

What price won’t I pay?

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