Thursday July 5, 2001
Re: I want to Live!
There’s good news and bad news after my visit to the doctor. The good news is the doctor says I am “top fit”, nothing wrong with lungs, liver, heart, cholesterol, and etc. The bad news is that I am “top fit” and must now start to get on with the rest of my life and make a few plans for the future. Sigh. I was nurturing the stupid notion that I was not long for this world. A side effect of grieving and so forth.
Yesterday I went to the general practicioner who drew several vials of fresh guido blood and sent me out for my dreaded CHEST X RAY! I got the x ray which I had to bike back to the doctor and I naturally took a look. I saw some white stuff which looked like it didn’t belong in my lungs, so I was convinced that this was it. I smelled the grim reaper’s foul breath. My friend Chris said that I had “A Woody Allen moment.” He was right. Some time later the doctor told a pale shaky me that the white stuff was plaque in my arteries, evidently nothing to get too worried about and that aside from the fact that I SHOULD QUIT SMOKING VERY SOON, my lungs were okay. I wept for joy outside her office. I was surprised to find out how much I actually want to live. Live and learn.
I also went to the eye doctor yesterday for a complete exam including the eye drops and so forth and the touching of my eye ball to determine pressure in my eye, which makes me squirm and writhe. I rode back to my apt. on my bike with my pupils opened WIDE by the drops and my eyeballs numb from the local anesthetic they contained. That was a very strange feeling, numb eyeballs. The feeble watery rays of the Berlin sun were like the glare of Jehovah’s throne, and I had to ride the bike in the shadows up on the sidewalk.
Now it’s time for old guido to wear bifocals. Damn.
Thus, I have taken advantage of my German health insurance to find out that I am in good shape for a man my age. I intend to quit smoking. Enough is enough and I want to continue the re-write of my life which started with getting off the booze and other recreational chemicals which fucked up my 20’s and 30’s. Old man on a bicycle, tobacco booze and dope free out seeking some kind of happiness. Seems incredible but true.”
I told Susi of this news and I wept for joy, the first bout of cathartic weeping I have had in a long long time.
So there you have it. I see the possibility of actually having a life, clearing my mind of all intoxicants (except my beloved caffeine) and attempting some sort of frontal assault on the stool and mucous carnal illusion, attempting to work up to my potential in the creative fields I have slung myself into like a ball of dough into hot lard.
(editor’s note. There is more to come…)