Saturday, December 8, 2018

A Trinity of Paths

Do you remember Schoolhouse Rock?
(I will NOT make a partisan statement about the newest Bronx/Queens Congresswoman...I will not!)

Outside of America Rock and Grammar Rock, every once in a while, I liked a Multiplication Rock.

Sing with me, Three is the Magic Number!



When I spent the year in pain, I kept on repeat three videos to keep me from drowning in screams.

Event Horizon (1997); A few scenes before the pain started

Two were movie scenes, one was music.

32 Days ago, I learned that I need a new heart installed.  The process takes three steps:

1) Getting the Insurance Paperwork to match Cedars, Cardiologist and pills.  (I finished this last Tuesday!  The new Health Insurance begins on January 1, 2019)

2)  Medical Tests galore!  I'm sure I will be poked and prodded and poked some more.  This begins in January (when I write those posts, I hope to laugh at this); and

3)  Waiting list to upgrade my heart. 

Most religions have a Trinity:

Catholicism has the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

We Jews have the Torah, Israel, (Sh'ma Yisrael, folks if you want to know who owns the land.  Jesus, of the above Trinity said it at The Last Supper) and Mitzvah.

The Last Supper by Da Vinci

When you can bring the steps down to a basic three, sometimes it's easier.  I'm more of a "Big Picture," person, so the concept of three always makes it easier.

Or, as I said at the beginning: 
Three is a Magic number.

Which videos help me survive the pain during the past 10 months? 

These THREE.

Enjoy!





Video 2: Gary King's speech on Humanity (Loaded)


Video 3: Steampunk/Cyberpunk video of the Dark Wave band Covenant, "Bullet,"  Read the lyrics.  Fitting. 





Thursday, December 6, 2018

31 Days From the Plot Twist

This Blog is about the journey of my Old and Busted Heart ("Too Big and off rhythm," sayth my Cardiologist) to my upcoming future New(ish) Heart to be added.   



31 Days ago, I learned I need a Heart Transplant;
1,060 days ago, I had my Heart Attack which brought me to Cedars Sinai for the first of many trips back and forth (and some to Southern California Hospital in Culver City).  

Once upon a time, I remember a MASH episode with a clock in the lower right hand corner of the screen.  That was the amount of time they had to save the patient.  

Now, I AM THE PATIENT.  

Scary stuff.  

Come with me as I take this journey.   Philosophical thoughts, laughter and music ahead.  

Peter Gabriel, "Lovetown,"