Category: Life

In Sickness And In Health

pukingmanThe past few days have been the worst. Seriously. I work nightshift so Wednesday morning after the gym I finally made it to bed about ten o’ clock. Five hours later, I awoke with this odd ache all over my body. The fever hadn’t set in yet nor the nausea. I did what I normally do. I had some breakfast thinking that would help to ease my pain. Maybe I was just sore from my workout, right? Wrong!

Six hours later, I had a full blown fever and

The Brighter Side of the Coin

I’m starting to feel more like a human being again. After spending so many months working nights and weekends I’m not surprised that the lack of human contact has morphed my psych into a primordial loner. I became more aware of this during a family outing to the Ringling Bros Circus. Being out with my family did wonders for my well being, and I’m sure that all of my girls were oozing with giddy love for their old dad/husband. That was absolutely wonderful in every way, but what I want to touch on is the social exchange I had with an older gentleman.

Based on his stories, I’m pretty sure he attended the first Ringling Bros Circus ever. We shared stories of

Night Shift Sucks

I’ve been on swing shifts for months now, and I can definitely say without a doubt that I am not a night owl. The past few weeks in particular have been killing me. I still write, just not as much. I have to take advantage of those times when I fall into that comfort zone of writing. Now is not one of them. My wife doesn’t understand this.

For years, I have been trying to explain

Failure

From time to time, it’s something we all have to deal with, and today, I failed my Physical Training (P.T.) test. I didn’t fail hard, but I did fail. I’ve failed a lot of different things in the past year, and I believe today was a message from the universe telling me it’s time to reevaluate my priorities. I could give you a thousand different excuses as to why I failed, but none of them would matter. The facts are that I did fail and it was my fault. The only thing that matters now is what I do afterwards.

Do I give up?