Hell on Earth in a Can

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Here at Bizarro Headquarters, CHNW and I have had day after week after month of new cans of worms. We were in LA on business about six weeks ago and she got a phone call from Florida saying her (previously completely healthy) dad had just arrived at the hospital in an ambulance and might not survive. (He’d gotten a wicked infection that he mistook for muscular backache and didn’t treat until it reached his brain and rendered him unconscious!) I had to stay in LA for the week to make my meetings, but she jumped the next plane and rushed to his side. I had to return to NYC to get back to my deadline schedule and was unable to join her. One complication led to another for the next six weeks and she just got home yesterday. I’m happy to say that pop-in-law is fine and will be going home any day now. But man, what a month and a half it has been! More worms than we knew what to do with and a truckload of cans for recycling.

Come to think of it, the whole experience was not unlike a visit to The Disneyland That Time Forgot. You think everything’s going to be peaches and roses (if you are not fond of peaches and/or roses, substitute a couple of things you like: cigars and scotch, pajamas and neck rubs, pot and Jimi Hendrix music) but suddenly you’re being chased by a 30-foot-tall dinosaur-Mickey Mouse hybrid, with a hot poker up your butt. (I left the hot pokers out of this cartoon for the sake of younger readers.)

But all is fine here at headquarters again, for now, although New York City is on fire with the heatwave that has plagued the Midwest for the past month or so. Thanks, Oklahoma. Next summer, keep your weather to yourself, please.

 

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9 thoughts on “Hell on Earth in a Can

  1. I’m glad pop-in-law and CHNW are OK now…maybe you guys will start getting shipments of cans of cherries, now.

  2. Hey, glad to hear your pop-in-law is well now. Sorry to hear you’ve had a bitch of a tri-fortnight. I’ll be back to NYC in Aug. I hope it’s cooler by then. (yea right) and maybe we can go hang at a puddle of water.

    -See ya soon Daddy-o’

    Kenny

  3. Yeah to cigars and scotch (bourbon, actually). Here in Indianapolis we had the hottest day on record for the last 32 years. I guess this is what we get for bitching about rain for 72 days in a row this spring. It’s biblical, I tell ya. Locusts and frogs are next.

  4. Dan, I’m really happy to hear that you pop-in-law is going to be okay. I have a friend who just experienced something similar – a bruise from a minor bike accident became infected and it ended up with him on IV antibiotics and doctors talking amputation. Thankfully, things started to get better and he’s home now and will be fine.

    Things can change in an instant, that’s for sure. Here’s to continued improvement for your pop-in-law and a slightly more settled summer for you and CHNW (who I hope has completely recuperated from her taxi adventure). Take care out there!!

  5. What a rough rough time you’ve both been through. Now, let the good times roll! I’m pleased your inane and unexpected sense of humor does not leave with stress! LOVED the can of worms, seems so obvious once you put it out there. I think that’s partly why your humor is so flippin’ funny…why CAN’T my mind work like that?

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