Stress test
My stress test today was a long affair: in at 8:30, out at 3:30, mostly due to equipment malfunctions. Boredom and caffeine withdrawl were the worst of it, though the chemical stress test is no fun either, as the vasodilator they give you makes you feel as if your veins were crawling with fire ants. St. Rusty came with me (her idea) and kept me laughing, and was rewarded by lunch at Olive Garden.
For light reading I had The Bad Catholic's Guide to Good Living, by Zmirak and Matychowiak, gotten through OhioLink (Franciscan University)because of a review on lewrockwell.com. It is in roughly equal measure a cookbook, a hagiography, and a Christianized version of a George Hayduke book (e.g., telling the story of Lidwina of Schiedam to your kids when you take them shopping for roller blades, or staging raw Easter egg fights on your lawn at 6 AM Easter Sunday), with a light sprinkling of theology.
They're pretty concerned about religion at St. Joe's (of the Humility of Mary Health Partners, no surprise). The doctor asked me about mine while I was wired-and-drugged, and I said truthfully "It's in flux", and he went on to describe his Byzantine Catholic wedding which included, no joke, placing a crown of thorns on his head. After my wife's last "honey-do" job (finding the lids to our 2 septic tanks, under a foot of hard clay, by Monday), I could relate to the symbolism.
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