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Look at their center mirror, then. If you still don't see their face, you know that they're completely clueless, and take the proper precautions. If you should attempt to pass them, know that they have no idea that there is anything but an empty road behind them. You don't exist for them unless there is a collision....

I'm just giving you a clue, 'cause I don't want you to be in a collision. They're generally nasty and time-consuming since you have to deal with police and insurance companies and possibly hospital bills....

No, I haven't been involved with these people... I have always made myself aware with peripheral observations like this and have avoided unnecessary contact.

The people with cell phones? If I can see them in their mirrors, I don't worry so much about them... they know the basics of driving a vehicle. Even if they're stupid, they do know that I'm back there and are aware of the traffic... they've adjusted their mirrors, and they care.

I actually got up pretty much on time today and got to work about 06:30... I was in the room, and had a lot of fun, really. I love my work and my patients.

We were checking out a different injector today and it worked out OK, we did about eight patients using the machine and it was OK... a lot more technical than the old one, of course, but mostly in ways that made sense. If I was designing it, there would be some major differences, though.

And we go no-lunches again, even though the PT tech is finally back. The syninges' rep bought lunch, and that was nice even though we didn't really have time to eat.

Karen bought me some Croks last week, and I have worn them ever since to work. As long-time readers know, I have long had leg problems, and I'm always looking for things that lessen the pains... and these seem to work.

And it's really nice to come home after a day in the scan room and not have my legs killing me.

Up until now, I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'll almost be crying when I get home after spending a day in the scan room.

But I'm not today. And I do so hope that this is not an aberration, and that I can continue being able to work the scan room and still feel decent, leg-wise.

Croks. $30.00, heh.

She got tan ones, but I think that I need some black or blue ones.

Karen and Mom have gone off to Enid, I expect to be hearing from Karen shortly....

So, the day... is over. Time for philosophical meanderings, heh.

I've got a pretty much optimistic world-view... I generally like the things that are happening to me, although I really don't like the cardiac problems. Right now, I'm sixty years old, and I really don't like looking into the future.

I really don't think that I could find the power to live as a pessimist... who fucking cares?

But I remain a realist.

Which is only a short step up from being a pessimist, heh.

I am certainly going to die, and my death will be properly noted by my children and other relatives. And when they die, I will not be remembered at all. Nobody will be interested in my life, or in my death.

And that is right an proper.

When I die, it's dust to dust. Well, the bible isn't wrong all of the time, heh. Just about 98%.

At looking at the obituaries, I see that many of my classmates are dying. Heart attacks, cancer... it's time to go. This is what the social security system is built around.

But... I still have all five fingers on both of my hands, and a guitar that can make you weep. That will get me through the next twenty years, heh.

Did I mention that I'm an optimist?

There are many diseases that I might succumb to, the foremost is lung cancer. I've already had the heart attacks, which get most people my age....

And I must mention, a heart attack is not a bad way to go. Four minutes and you're outta here. Much better than almost any cancer, but you gotta have the genes, heh.

And I'm still having a great bunch of facial pain from the extraction last Friday... I'm gonna go through the weekend and see if it gets better. I might ned to get another antibiotic, dammit.