Well...today is Friday.  It's in the evening and it's been quite a week.   So let's just start off slowly...

 I haven't heard much from my Dad...which creates an enormous cloud of doubt and stress.   My sister sent me some info on vitamin K..which sort of stressed me out.  I know it's important to watch my diet, but as with all things in my life....I just ride the "vibes"...when I feel like I need an egg...I break into an egg binge.  So her suggestion to focus on my diet...is new. 

I quit smoking and nicorette at the same time I started the Pegasus/Ribaviron treatment.  I am without a doubt...certain that this wasn't one of my brightest ideas.  But it was a novel idea to actually kick HEP C and cigarettes in one fell swoop.    How nice it is that I never cared much  for beer or booze.  It's never been a "thing" for me. Thanks to Jerry Rice (WR 49'rs) for his belief that booze is extremely bad for the body.  I've always thought that the reason I'm skinny...is because I don't drink.

Wednesday afternoon, a good friend and coworker...betrayed my trust in him as a person...  It's okay, we are all human, I rationalize...  I think it's the betrayal that opened my eyes to people in general.  How is it that I feel the importance to teach my kids how to be good people, when they will be entrenched with a society full of people that lie and cheat just because it's easier than dealing with the reality of their own actions?  The harder path in life....is to stay true to the conviction of being a good person.  The good guy always finishes last.  My motorcycle is in the shop, the guy admitted under a veiled threat, and life will move onward without much conflict.  I'm not spreading his deed around the office...somehow I've developed compassion for the devil.  I'm not perfect...and by far an angel...  But I try...

I'm having a hard time focusing at work.  Thoughts of me spending my last years in a cubical sickens me...  But, This coming week...I will put everything in my personal life aside..and attack my professional requirements. 

Met my "Doctor" today, even though here in these United States she's a PA.  I don't know what to make of our situation, but I believe she's got the goal of my success at heart.  I suspect I sense her "holding back" is the result of years of experience with HVC clients...  I'll trust her.  Today at the office, I was overcome by her being cute.  Her professional stature, her accent, her business as usual approach...works nicely with my institutionalized medical history.  Sort of like the relationship between a Vet and a dog...the dog somehow knows the Vet is trustworthy.  The girl that processes my payments was cracking me up....  She's sweet as well.  The way she talks is fun to listen to, she was raised in Uruguay.  The more I hear Hispanics speak, the more I'm queuing in on their dialects.  Thanks to Maria in my office...I feel an enlightenment of Hispanic culture.

The wife and I need to find balance.  Tonight I suggested that she make an appointment with my Doctor (Laure) so that I don't have to "patch" her sinking understanding of the situation every 5 minutes.  I find that I cannot communicate to her the information she needs to understand...  The wife is taking everything in a personal way...which is stressing me the fuck out!!!  But tonight I took a nice long walk in the park across the street.  The cool part of the "park" is...it's a National Park, it's huge...and it's got streams, rivers, paths...deer, rabbits..fox...stuff that puts me in with nature.  It reminds me of the 12 year old me that found a pond in the middle of a forest in Northern Japan in the late 70's.  I spent 100's of hours of my summers...sitting in the middle of that quiet place...alone.  The flash back to that peaceful place is dramatic.  Probably the drugs.

Okay, I've "whine boarded" you enough.  Alex and Zack are excited about x-country running....they ran the whole 2 miles without stopping...  I'm very proud of them.  This new side of town is like living on the other side of the world compared to the old house.  I'm so happy we moved.