Even At Our Worst, We’re Still Better Than Most 17 comments

Posted by grampa in family,health,I am full of love,the real shit (Tuesday December 19, 2006 at 8:59 pm)

For my own personal reasons, I now measure years from December 12 so I’m glad to say that 2006 is officially over.  Good riddance.

Let us recap, shall we?

December 21, 2005: Laser surgery to repair crack in my retina.

December 29, 2005: The girl formerly known as The Girl (who we will henceforth and hereafter refer to as Girl 2006.1) contracts some strange illness and is forced to cancel her trip to come and visit me.

February 10:  I begin 48 weeks of interferon/ribavirin treatment for Hepatitis C.

April 16: Iwalani Maile Marie Tonga’s baby lu’au.  Much love to King Tonga, his beautiful wife Aphrodite and that beautiful baby.

April 19:  I turn 34 years old.

April 20 – May 1: In bed with viral pneumonia.

May 22 – May 27:  Hospitalized with some still unknown virus which caused me to totally dehydrate (read: they pumped ten liters of saline into me before I started pissing again.  TEN LITERS.  That’s twenty pounds of fluid) and throw up for days on end.

May 29 – June 2:  Off work recuperating from above illness.

Sometime in early June:  The official end of the the attempted long distance relationship with Girl 2006.1.

June 2 – June 4:  The Big Island Gathering NA campout at Spencer Beach Park.  Much fun and fantastic cooking was had by all (even my sick ass).

June – August: Increasing side effects from interferon based treatment force me to go on a whole list of other medications to combat the symptoms.  This will ultimately lead me to a complete dependence on sleep medication.

July 15 – August 15: Preparing manically for Trial 2006.1.

August 15 – September 8: Trial 2006.1 – For those of you who don’t know what this means, think 16 – 20 hour days, every day, weekends included, for this entire period.

August 31:  Asked out a lawyer, in the middle of our trial, who was sitting on the back benches watching the testimony, by passing her a note in open court.  I found out later she was the prosecuting attorney.

September 8:  Trial ends, the jury comes back in two hours.  We lose.

September 11 – September 18:  Off work without pay to recuperate.

September 14:  First date with the prosecutor, hereafter referred to as Girl 2006.2.

September 16 – November 5:  A month and a half of wonderful times, swing dance lessions, playing house, fine dining and fantastic sex.

October:  Preparing for trial 2006.2

October 23:  Forced to get prescription reading glasses due to vision problems caused by medication.

November 6:  Trial 2006.2 begins.

November 9:  Girl 2006.2 tells me that she doesn’t feel that she is “emotionally available” and can’t be in a relationship any more, but that it might be different after our respective trials at the end of November.

November 15:  I leave Hawaii and fly to the Casa de Rubberneck, near Philadelphia.

November 16 – November 19:  A fantastic weekend with old friends, great food and a beautiful little baby named Meena.

November 19:  I begin to get sick.

November 20:  My brother, The Mighty Hunter, shoots a bear in State College, PA.  I pet the head of dead Yogi.  My illness progresses.

November 21:  I reach the house of my father and enjoy his company and that of my stepmom and their wonderful pets.  By this point I’m well into a full blown lung infection.  And smoking like a chimney.

November 23 (Thanksgiving Day):  My father takes me to the emergency room at 6:00 a.m.

November 24 – 26:  Two days of respite spent at the home of the Yow Christ, who lays hands upon me and heals me.

November 25:  I get into a screaming argument with my mother.

November 27: I make up with my mother and spend my last night in Pennsylvania with her, after a brief visit with Stuttering John the Baptist.

November 28:  Return to Hawaii.

November 29:  Back in trial in Hilo.  Sick again.  Fucking airplanes.

December 6:  Trial ends.

December 7:  My doctor closes his practice.

December 8:  The jury comes back with the verdict.  We lose trial 2006.2.

December 9:  Last dinner with girl 2006.2 and the realization that this relationship is over.

December 12:  Celebrate three years clean and sober, surrounded by the love and support of good friends.

In sum:

2 Girls
2 Trials
2 losses of both
5 days of hospitalization
24 days off sick
25 trips to the lab for blood work
34 doctor’s appointments
44 weeks of chemo
$12,000 out of pocket medical costs.

Now, that being said, this year could have been so much worse.  I was able to work, for the most part, especially when the going got tough.  I was able to exercise most days and I truly am in the best shape of my life.  I lost thirty pounds in the last year and added a whole bunch of muscle (shoutout to TeZ for telling me I looked like Thor.  Thanks, I needed that). 

I had health insurance and the money in the bank to cover what they didn’t. 

I learned invaluable skills from my job which I will take with me where ever I go after this gig. 

I had some great times that I will never forget with friends, family and lovers. 

I’m still clean and sober. 

My health prognosis looks fantastic – there is no trace of the virus in my system and hopefully it won’t return at the conclusion of treatment. 

I got my Christmas bonus today. 

I get to play Santa at the NA holiday party on Saturday and give gifts to children who really, really need a Santa. 

I’m surrounded by family and friends and I have everything I need.  Sure, there are a lot of things that I want, but I have everything that I need.

Happy New Year, everyone, may it treat you well.

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17 comments for Even At Our Worst, We’re Still Better Than Most »

you fuckin’ rock.

may your oh seven be 33x better than your ohsix.

Comment by xtx — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 5:12 am

If you don’t die soon, I think things may work out.

Here’s to a new year and another year on the right path.


Comment by iamnot — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 5:31 am

Okay, well at least I know why you didn’t call now. Poor thing. Pennsylvania will eat you up.

Comment by 123Valerie — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 6:31 am

Boo hoo.
and now that the girl is outta the picture…

Comment by PeeWee — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 2:10 pm

Delurking to tell you that you a QUITE the man. Continue on. I’ve “followed” you for a long time. 2007 – Bring. It.

Comment by PNWGirl — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 7:02 pm

ah yes, the joy of it all. me wonders though, did the 12k include all the prescription ice cream?

Comment by madmartigan — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 7:17 pm

fuck, gramps. you’ve had quite the year. i only liked 2006 because you can make any mixcd sound good. like. shit mix ’06 etc. but i see now that i am shallow and made out of poo. oh.

keep the faith.. or lack thereof. whatever is working out for you. keep it working.

Comment by meg — Wednesday.December.20.2006 @ 10:49 pm

well, now that THAT’s over.

yay to 2007!

Comment by wendykat — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 6:26 am

In the Sept 8 entry, you put “loose” instead of “lose.”

Fucking dick.

Comment by NEQQ — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 7:44 am

Happy now, GrammerNazi?

Comment by grampa — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 10:47 am

That’s “GrammarNazi” to you, Thor, not “GrammerNazi.”

Comment by NEQQ — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 11:36 am

Shit man, you make it too fuckin easy…

Comment by NEQQ — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 11:40 am

Between the idea and the reality,falls the shadow. apologies to T.S. Eliot 07 will rock! Like maybe a 7.9 on the Ricter scale.

Comment by doc — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 8:12 pm

that’s a fairly busy year you’ve had. not many folks can attest to having that much LIVING happening.

sorry to hear about all that medical crap, i know it completely sucks.

asking out a person while court is in session is quite ballsy, hoorah for you!

Comment by piglet — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 8:24 pm

It gets real bad when you get to this point. So suck it up about these 2006’chicks. listen to this:
Our Spring,warmed by dry-grass flames of youthful passion
lifted our souls-promising the future.
But, with Time’s passing, Springs’s promises danced the Wind
like dandilion-snow, and Hopes, browned-lawns gave way to Fall
when we knew Godot would never come
and Life was not a Chinese kite.

Comment by doc — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 9:19 pm

Thanks, Papa. I can always count on you to put it into perspective for me.

THAT, people, is how you write a poem about loss. That’s my daddy, and I love that fucker.

Comment by grampa — Thursday.December.21.2006 @ 10:09 pm


2007 is going to be a banner year Thor.


Comment by theinsider — Friday.December.22.2006 @ 5:34 pm

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