Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Next Question

3 months, 92 days, 1/4 year, almost 1% of my time spent on the planet thus far.... What ever way you slice it, I think its safe to say that its been more than short while since I walked on my own two feet. That fateful day when I managed to slip at the wrong time and land in the wrong place drastically changed the direction, or lack there of (your choice), my life was heading. I’ve already responded to one of the most popular questions posed to me by friends and strangers, but there’s another more annoying, sometimes almost arrogant, question that I suddenly feel compelled to respond to.


“So, what have you learned from all this?”


I may have a bit of a “granola” bend to my personality, but shit like this is what makes me wish I could completely disassociate myself from any past that involved yoga, vegetarianism, pot smoking, or hot tubs. I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, that the all-mighty “.....” (fill in the blank with your favorite name) presents us with challenges to make us stronger, or that this was inevitable due to some arrangement of stars on the night I was born. That’s all a bunch of nonsense. However, I do believe that we can create a reason for anything that happens as a way to help ourselves get stronger, or that there are natural forces (like gravity) and the dark tangled mess of our deeper psyche that can both catch up to us at the same time and the same place, and that there may be more affecting our development than simply our genetics and our experiences. See the difference? You can’t just throw out modern science because you had a really cool acid trip or a chakra light up in yoga class. I’ve had that acid trip, and trust me, I’ve seen it all in yoga class! It’s rad, but we can’t just perma-bliss and forget about the basics, or we’ll all end up like “that guy” at the farmer’s market.

But I digress. What kills me about this question is that half the time I’m asked, the inquirer asks it from some place of spiritual elitism, which is, by the way, my favorite part of the trendy yoga studio crowd (Note: I’m perfectly willing to admit that I’m quite possibly projecting my own spiritual elitism onto them, and that my own less than perfect experience with the “healing arts” has marred me somewhere deep in my unconscious thus making this entire rant an immature and ego inflating sack of shit). What they really mean is “You silly little man with petty pursuits unlike my lofty ones drenched in upper tier morality you couldn’t possibly understand: What have you got to say for yourself now?” Well, to all those people I’d like to respond with a simple: How about you go fuck yourself with a healing crystal.


For those that truly are interested in the past 3 months of my life, the ones that ask this of me because of our shared past, mutual interest in the unknown or simply because they didn’t know what else to say, I do have an answer that doesn’t involve any orifice of your body or a healing crystal. By the way, sorry you had to read all that other stuff above. I really do appreciate your concern and respect your intellect. I’m just sort of lose cannon these days and it isn’t fair for me to let a few idiots tarnish our relationship. I hope you understand.


A quick list of what I’ve learned in no particular order:


  • Boredom is a very dangerous thing. Stay busy
  • I can always love more than I do

  • There’s this really cool coffee shop in Mammoth sort of close to the hospital. I can’t remember the name, but....
  • Caffeine is necessary
  • Pot doesn’t increase creativity, it dulls the shit out of it.
  • The body is way more fragile that I once thought. We break, and sometimes it doesn’t get better on its own - especially cartilage. Avoid tearing cartilage. I’m still undecided about bones. I’ll have to get back to you about that
  • While 11 pads stacked at the base of a 12 ft problem is excessive, one miniature pad beneath a 20 footer isn’t enough.
  • Ski towns always have good orthopods in stock.
  • I like walking... allot.
  • Tragedy’s don’t cure “asshole-ism”
  • My dog is more intuitive than most people
  • I do have a sweet tooth after all.
  • Reading is, and will always be, a worthwhile activity.
  • A change of scenery is often the perfect solution
  • While generally not a fan of opiates, when pain is off the charts, I highly recommend Diladid (sp?). This shit works.
  • I need a job.
  • I really need a job.
  • Very cliché, but I truly know even less than I thought I did.

6 comments:

bob banks said...

This one stupid question "So what have you learned from all this?", gave me an idea to have people who read your blog to write in their own questions...one's that matter.

I'll start.

"Have you found that your ADPI (average daily porn intake) has:
a)increased
b)decreased
c) remained unchanged,

during this extended period of not working and not being able to move around much?"

Also,

Do you remember blatantly trying to get a message to (read: score with) the incredibly attractive night-time nurse at the Mammoth Hospital? This attempt was done in front of your (mortified) girlfriend, who'd been selflessly doting to your every need for the previous 5 days. It was quite humorous (to me and Elijah, at least).

elijah said...

Rad. I'm super psyched you got mangled. This stuff makes people better. Being on crutches sucks pretty bad but going to restaurants and making shit up about a plane crash is good times. And training's been off the hook lately - we're both twice the climbers we were with 2 legs. I suppose adaptation is a painful thing and we avoid it when things run smooth. But gliding along without major incidents amounts to an unenlightened life.

Micah said...

I'd forgotten about the said "attractive nurse" at Mammoth Hospital, until my girlfriend reminded me a few months back when we were recounting how whacked I was on pain meds during the second part of our Mammoth vacation.

I'm sitting there trying to tell her that I was lucid the whole time, but of course she had a bag full of stories that proved otherwise - including the one about the night nurse(s) (I believe there were two....?)

The scary part is that as my lucidity returned, interest in nurses quickly shifted into a full blown man-crush on Dr. Karch. Dr. Karch, if you're reading this, please read man-crush as extreme amounts of gratitude and respect.

As for the first question I'm gonna play it safe and go with "d". None of the above.

Micah said...

Elijah - I agree 100%. We have two options when dealing with tragedy (or anything really). Lay down and die, or adapt and keep on living. Suffering IS the best (and maybe only) true catalyst for change.

However it does have bitterness, long lasting physical pain, insanity, and severe caffeine addiction as possible side effects. Consult your loved ones before beginning its use.

elijah said...

Dude, your caffeine thing is nuts. There's no way I could function without coffee. You don't want to know me before 3 cups of Bronson (credit: Bob). And yeah, we should promise to run each other over with cars after we've gone too long without medical traumas - you know, just to keep things fresh.

bridget said...

(a)