San Francisco, April 30th
May 12th, 1999

Ready For A Vacation
In a former life I worked in marketing. I produced brochures, ads, and direct mail pieces. I worked with writers, graphic artists and photographers; stripped negatives, shot plates for printing presses and had long lunches where we discussed ways to talk people into putting large sums of money into our investments. It grew tiring. I found other employment.

Now I'm playing more and more with the web at work. I'm not complaining, I'm encouraging it and coming in early to show my enthusiasm. I'm a techie and I know how to put a web server together, but I'm spending more and more time writing, manipulating images, designing clever little almost competent logos and having short lunches at my desk while I finish up my Photoshop lessons. Is this going someplace I've already visited? Will I wake up one morning and discover nothing has changed in thirty years? Probably.

I received some of the first medical bills for this operation. Competing this weekend. I wrote here some time past that my surgeon and his assistant would be charging $20,000 for their services. The hospital, it turns out, has charged almost $40,000. How does anybody pay for any of this without lots of health insurance? This is not a common operation right now because the medical profession is just now becoming aware of what this sleep apnea is and what it does to those who have it. And about 25 million people have it. Not everyone needs their jaw moved forward to correct it, of course, but a lot of baby boomers will when they turn 50 and learn they won't see 60 without it. There are other less expensive solutions, sleeping for the rest of your life with a face mask connected by a plastic tube to an air pump, for example, but how does anyone pay for this without a lot of money?

I spent many of my younger years living hand to mouth, self employed or working for some poor assed outfit that could barely afford to make the rent on their unheated warehouse. Health insurance? Right. We had lots of health insurance.

Of course, you can look at it as a fee you pay your doctor for another ten years of life. Fork over the bucks and you get to see 70 or maybe 80. $6,000 bucks a year and you get to stick around. $500 a month, a bit like rent, don't you think? Miss a payment, of course, and you're evicted.

This is getting macabre. Long interminable day, but it went quickly enough. I skipped the pain pill this afternoon and it was doable. I took one around seven this evening instead of nine, but it should last until I get to sleep tonight and then I'll see how it feels in the morning. Weird. I'll get through this and it will be as if it never happened. One day the bombs are dropping and everybody's being blown to pieces, the next day the skies are clear, the war's over and you're thinking about where to go on your next vacation. Hurry along jaw, I'm ready for a vacation.


 
The banner photograph was taken during the night photography class in San Francisco on April 30th. It's overexposed and there's some lens flare, but it's interesting. I should really go back and reshoot it and then do some balancing in Photoshop. I won't, but it's nice to think about. The parrot should have been in color, perhaps, but it turned out better than I thought it would.

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