First
of all, let me tell you for those who don’t know…I am not a
doctor. Although some of you may think I am…I’m not. My wife
tells me that I cannot practice medicine since I failed to
attend medical school. In fact I never even applied. I suppose
she is correct, but that hasn’t stopped me in the past. As I
said in that article, I’m a hypochondriac, which means that I’ve
studied just about everything that might go wrong with me from
time to time. None of which has happened. A week or so ago, I
wrote an article about the perils of taking too much aspirin.
Since it had really messed with my stomach, I decided it must be
bad for you in any amount. A good and kind …school trained
certified REAL doctor out there was nice enough to send me an
e-mail asking me to make the following correction. He says that
the correct dosage for a daily aspiring is 81mg or the same as
one baby aspirin. He also suggested that if you were
experiencing stomach problems due to aspirin, you should look
for enteric coated at your drug store. He went on to tell me
that I was obviously over medicating myself by taking 2 regular
(325 mg) aspirins a day which is 8 times as much as I need to
take to help your heart. In this case, more is not better. Take
the correct amount and you should be fine. Thanks Doc.
On a better note…you know how sometimes things just seem to work
out the way you’d like for them to do? Not as often as we’d
like, for sure but sometimes you get a break that causes you to
suck it up and know that life is really worth living. Often
times I’ll be at the end of my rope, just hanging on and someone
will drop me a line to tell me they actually enjoyed something I
wrote and I get pumped up and start going again. The point of
all of this is to tell you a really neat story. We have a
neighbor who is a kind lady without children. She and her
husband have always wanted children but for one reason or
another just couldn’t manage to bring one to term. As you may
imagine, she has been depressed and heartbroken more than once.
She also complains a lot. Not being a female I can’t relate to
any maternal instincts, but I really got fed up with hearing
about her clock ticking. More than once we have suggested
adoption, but hit a brick wall on the subject.
Personally I think adoption is great. It works out for all
parties, the parents get a kid and the kid gets some parents.
Better than someone having kids who could care less about them,
in my opinion. Anyway, about two months ago I was over having
coffee with this lady and her husband one Saturday and when I
left I told her…”I’m really tired of hearing you moan and
complain about not having a baby. I’m going to find you a baby.
I don’t know where or how, but I’m going to find one for you.”
Now, having said that I went home and thought to myself that
this was a really dumb statement since I didn’t have a clue as
to where I would locate a baby to give to her. Well, believe it
or not about ten days after I said this, a woman who has worked
for my wife and I for sometime called and said she needed to
talk to us right away. Long story short. Her daughter was
pregnant and scared to death. She didn’t want to abort the baby,
but she wanted to make certain if she put it up for adoption, it
would get a good, stable home. Well, you know what happened,
don’t you? Yep, we put both parties together…they got an
adoption agency to do the paperwork and last weekend my friends
have themselves a beautiful new girl. Everyone wins and everyone
came out ahead. It was one of those one in a lifetime deals that
you can be proud of for the rest of your life. Makes you happy
to be alive sometimes
