I am sitting here waiting for supper to simmer properly. The wife is making some chili which needs to cook down a bit to meld all the proper flavors. She makes a good chili. The plan is nachos...chips covered with cheese and chili. . . and don't forget the jalapenos. It will be good.
I opened a can of Ranch Style beans to top off the culinary feast.
I thought I'd give you a bit of my medical history. If this is not fine reading, what could be better? I see lines - not little green men or dead people - lines. They are very colorful sometimes flashing lighter to brighter. The lines are jagged. There is not one line; it is a set of lines. I might mention I do not see them all of the time...just sometimes.
Over the years I have been told that these are aural symptoms of migraine headaches. I have migraines without any pain. The lines usually start in the lower part of my vision then cross diagonally until they slowly float off the top part of the visual field. The whole process takes about 20 to 30 minutes. But, no pain.
I can remember my first time - having lines. I was in high school. My brother's best friend was a guy named Doc McKay. Doc was our drummer; he had some real talent. I imagine I could write a full blog on Doc. His mother was the local dance teacher. Quite a lady. At one point of their life, they bought a Lot out on the Brownfield highway out in Levelland (you can read previous blogs about Levelland being my home town). The Brownfield Highway was an area where richer people started building their houses - mostly ranch style homes on a really big lot. The McKays had one of those lots. They had no house.
Back in the 50s, Levelland had two gasoline plants. One was "The Levelland Gas Plant" owned by Standard Oil - who became Amoco - who was bought by BP. Yes, BP paid my father who paid for my education. I like BP. The second plant was called CO-OP.
Sometime during that period the CO-OP closed. All of the pipes and tubes and towers and all were ripped out and gone. As it turns out the CO-OP had some stuff down in the ground. I don't know what. Do I look like a person who can design a gas plant? These holes in the ground were lined with brick.
The McKay family hired my brother Jim and me and Doc to dig out those brick - clean em - and transport to their lot. They used the brick to build their house. it was summer. We would climb down in those holes and dig out the brick. We had a brick carrier that would carry 8 bricks at a time. That was just about my limit. This took us several days to complete.
Do you remember why I am telling this stone? One day (afternoon) Jim and Doc took off with a load of brick. I was left behind to keep pulling them out. And, I did. It was this particular hot, sweaty, stressful, labor intensive, lonely time that I had my first attack of lines. They lasted a while - I kept working - and they went away.
Side note: Times were certainly different in the 50s. We worked all those days without any bottle water. Nobody worried about how we were hydrating. As a matter of fact, I don't believe anyone even knew the word hydrating.
Wellsiree, this has gone on too long. It served little purpose other than documenting that I have these lines. I had em today. I used to get them about one day after band contest and other stressful times in my band directing career. For the life of me, I cannot figure out what triggered those lines today. Just thought of a word. Kaleidoscope - when you look through a kaleidoscope you see these shapes and lines. Pretty close to mine - except my flash more.
see ya guys around.
If you know a doctor who wants to have my brain after I am gone, give em my phone number.
p.s. I have no intention to proofread this blog.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Monday, October 6, 2014
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