One of Many

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

A job well-done.

We did see a medical doctor with regards to this wound. It grew only somewhat infected, but I was worried more in that the edges could not be sealed. He asked how we had achieved such an injury, and of course, I knew that anything said would sound ridiculous. I therefore kept silent, while he examined the rest of the arms, both fresh wounds and scars. He told us it was despairing, to him, to see such self-destruction in a person. I must say I am rather proud of the fact that he mentioned that previously sutured wounds had been "excecuted with precision and care". I debated on whether to tell him I had done the suturing, but decided that it would not be in Nambiet's best interest. There is plenty of time for my pride, and the examination room of a medical practice was not it.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

A transfer in training assignment.

Now we are on a service truck, rewiring the slot machines at McCarran International Airport, here in Las Vegas. I rather like it, sometimes working the graveyard shift, and with journeymen I admire. We have fun, if you can believe it. The entire situation is good work experience, and all around a positive situation. It is a very laid-back position, with a chance to learn but at a comfortable pace. As slot machines are situated across all gates of the airport, the lobby, baggage claim and the like, it makes for a rther busy work area, what with tourists and locals alike weaving in between our ladders and up rooted carpet through which we access the walker duct. Another oddity is the carrying of tools and of security. We are a group of three, two journeymen and myself. We are not allowed at any time to leave a tool or even a screw unattended, as where we are working is beyond the security checkpoint. If one of us were to leave behind a screwdriver or a knife, and a passanger found it, there could be a serious issue, if the passenger had any ill-will during the flight. As for security, we must be escorted everywhere and we are checked before and after every trip to the restroom, and upon re-entry after breaks.. If one goes, we all go, no matter where any of us might need to go at that time. I find the entire scope of work experience to be rather interesting.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Begrudgingly.

I believe, perhaps, that it may soon be time to cease medication. The side-effects far outweigh the benefits in my opinion. Therapy is going only marginally well. I am not certain how much I care for the fact that all of our therapists, now, have been alerted to the existance of Nambiet. It was far simpler in the past to simply contribute without being asked, "Who's speaking now?" I do not want to fill out surveys, I do not want to draw my own likeness, I do not want to share secrets that others may not know. It is obvious, to me, that if others do not know, and I have kept it this long, that I do not intend on telling anyone.

Another form of therapy has been introduced: Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing, or EMDR. I do not at all care for it. Perhaps it works, perhaps it is somethign to be hailed as miraculous, from what I have read. However, it illicits within me an odd sensation, something akin to losing control. I believe I may ask the therapist to avoid those types of games with us. I am not certain what she wishes to achieve but I do not like being manipulated.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

A moment of good cheer.

We shall be meeting a dear friend of ours, this summer, in Europe. She is graduating high school and we shall attend. A ray of light. Our itinerary is nearly complete; we must buy airline tickets and a Eurail pass, plus the essentials: microfiber towels, voltage converters, passports and cash-holders...traveling items. I daresay this will be excellent.

Bruyère has wanted to see Europe for as long as we can remember. This will likely be a one week trip, as Tannah will not be accompanying her. And, likely we will only see France and Germany, but that is fine with me. I would like to see a castle, perhaps, and the Black Forest, of course. In Paris, there is a Resistance Museum, with regards specifically for World War II, and I am very much interested in that. But, I am most interested in meeting with our friend. That will be the highlight.