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The shallow trench my brother and I dug was easier when he hooked up the hard-pan buster to his tractor to put the ethernet cable underground. Before this happened I used a regular axe to chop a trench in the ground by hand until he showed up. I'm paying for that physical labor now even three days later.
At least, I hope that the pain I'm feeling in my back is due to the work I didn't have to do. The medicine I'm taking for the autoimmune diseases diagnosed has a reputation for destroying one's liver and sometimes the kidneys with long-term use.
I haven't been using the powerful prescription drugs for long. Not compared with the brother of my sister-in-law that she has moved next door to nurse since he started getting chemotherapy for fourth-stage throat cancer. He has been on them for over twelve years, and the drugs he's been taking for the rheumatoid arthritis bears some blame. I'm taking Milk Thistle concentrate in capsule form that's supposed to help clean the liver of such problems, but I'm drinking a couple of glasses of cheap wine each day, if not more, that is reputed to offset any good the drugs do.
Not only do I take Milk Thistle concentrate for my liver, but I take a fair number of supplements besides that. Concentrated fish oil. A large capsule that contains a combination of Acetyl L-Carnitine and Alpha Lipoic Acid a couple or three times a day. NAC (N-Acetyl Cysteine) is my favorite new supplement that is reputed to prevent dementia or at least stave it off a little longer.
Between the prescription drugs I take each day and the supplements I gulp down by the handful I sorta feel like a nut, but what I take is nothing compared to Kurzweil who has prophesied what he calls The Singularity:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Singularity_Is_Near
Kurzweil takes over a hundred supplements a day in the hope of surviving long enough for the technological advances he predicts to come into being. I may be too old for that to happen before I croak. Having been diagnosed with a plethora of autoimmune diseases already doesn't bode well for me surviving until 2045.
Yesterday I read in the news about the first stem cell procedure for the brain and Alzheimer's Syndrome taking place in England. The report stated that the doctors injected a man's own stem cells directly into his brain. That should prove interesting to keep an eye out for, but I ain't gwine bet the farm on this happening for me.
In the next few days I'm gonna terminate my home phone and DSL internet connection. I'll eventually get a cell phone that will allow both wirelessly. It never occurred to me until a friend pointed it out that humans themselves are wireless devices once the umbilical cord is cut. Life may imitate art, but technology imitates life. Why would it not?
Cutting off my telephone account incites a little nostalgia for me. I remember our family getting it's first hand-cranked telephone that was on a party line that anybody on that line could pick up and listen to the neighbors gossip. After all the technological changes that have happened since then it's not that difficult to imagine what might happen by the time 2045 rolls around.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
