Growing up I was shy, quiet and very reserved. These days, I’d be labeled an introvert but back when I was growing up I was a considered a nerd and had very few friends. I’d tried Hockey but it wasn’t for me. I’d tried Cubs and it wasn’t for me. I’d tried soccer and I liked it but I wasn’t amazing at it. While I was never picked on or harassed like the extreme end of the nerd spectrum, I wasn’t ever part of the cool kids cliques either. I was a blip on the school radar and that was it. Which made me very happy. I enjoyed the invisibility (though the slew of 80s teen movies had me secretly dreaming to be the hero of my own story). I survived by telling stories inside my head and hanging with the few friends I did have.
My mind was a far better place than this drab reality that we currently subscribe to. My cousin had turned me on to Tolkien and Lewis and they fueled my early imagination. Narnia and Middle Earth were my homes away from home, along with Treasure Island and a thousand other fantasies. My imagination roamed these worlds created by others and dreamt of something more. Then, in the summer of ’84, I met a kid named Brian Henderson and everything changed. Continue reading “In The Beginning…”
I shall refrain from excessively commenting on my lack of posts. It’s become too repetitive really. The TL;DR version is: Computer broke and life happened. Moving on.
Bringing you up to speed from my last post to this one is as simple as this: Healing from gall bladder surgery took about a month to be truly back to my old self. I got fed up with Mark’s as they weren’t giving me the promotion that I’d been trying for. Got a new job at Target as of this past February as a Hardlines Team Leader and have been loving it ever since. Kids are growing like weeds. Wife is as hot as ever (despite her belief to the contrary). About the only thing that hasn’t gone overly well is that as an unwanted and somewhat inconvenient after effect of my gall bladder surgery back in September, I have some possibly damaged vocal cords that make me sound like I have a permanent case of laryngitis. Think of Christian Bale’s Batman. That is essentially how my voice sounds on a regular basis, except that I can’t project over any distance with my voice. Other people have described it as I sound like Patti & Selma from The Simpsons. I’m going to go with Batman… He’s far cooler.
While it doesn’t hurt, it is definitely damned inconvenient, especially when you work in a retail environment that sort of requires constant conversation.
On the plus side, I recently got around to having a doctor look at it and the guess is that there is a lesion of some sort on it and now I’m waiting to see a specialist soon to properly diagnose and treat. I know some of you are wondering, why the hell I didn’t get it seen sooner than this if my surgery was last September. Simply put, I got lazy and the aforementioned “life” happened. It didn’t hurt and I kept thinking that it would heal on its own. It hasn’t and I finally got around to doing something about it.
And that brings you up to speed on my life for the time being. Now carry on with your lives and I’ll carry on with mine.
If you do come back, I will promise to have fixed all the dead and dying links on the sidebar… Meh, who am I kidding, They’ll get done when they get done… aka eventually.
So my gall bladder came out last night. Apparently the surgery was more difficult that usual.
I feel old and worn out today. But drugs are helping ease the pain. Just wish it didn’t take me 20 min to get into bed.
Least its gone. And I’m on the broth and jello diet now. Yum!
Soon I will be having the slurpee I crave and my mum’s vegetable soup. I can’t wait.
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So here I sit in the local hospital waiting to have my gall bladder removed. I’ve been here for a little over 36 hours now and am kind of bored (hence this post).
To sum up, for those of you who are interested. Went to sleep monday night. woke up around 2am tuesday morning with some intense pain in my abdomen. Whimpered through the night and came into hospital around 7am. After a flurry of tests, it was determined that I had gallstones and an inflamed gall bladder. Doctor put me on antibiotics and kept me for observation, with the intent of getting it out if at all possible.
Surgeon says he will fit me in today at some point so now I just sit here and wait.
I’m happy that its happening and I’ll finally be free of the pains that I occasionally get, but there is a big part of me that wanted to leave this life with the same parts I came in with.
According to the nurses, I’m one of the calmest patients they’ve had.
I am, but only on the surface.
The thought of going under the knife scares me a lot. I know the chances are very slim but every what if is running through my head right now.
Anyways, not much I can do about it now. See you lot on the other side.
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So hi. Been awhile now hasn’t it. This is probably the longest stretch that I’ve gone without so much as even a whisper.
Such is life. I’m back now however and will be infrequently rambling on about the stuff in my head as I see fit.
Won’t really go into the reasons for my absence from the blogosphere other than to say life happened.
One of the things that has occurred during my time away from the world, is that I’ve apparently gained an alter ego. There is apparently another Greg McFall who is American and lives in Vietnam working for a charity of some sort. I get his emails sometimes.
Based on the emails I get, I’ve discovered that my alter ego is gay (or at least very bisexual) and has a number of boytoys scattered throughout Southeast Asia.
For the most part I have generally ignored them as its business stuff ” we need to change the meeting location from room x to room y at hotel c” sort og thing. Occasionally I get one or two very explicit ones from one of the boytoys but for the most part its fairly mundane.
The latest episode of living vicariously through my gay alter ego was an email from a Hoang My. Apparently she’s Miss Vietnam or Miss Universe or something. She wants to get involved in my doppleganger’s charity. I have to answer this one. the shit disturbing bastard in me is going to have fun with this. I’ll keep you posted.
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Hello Everyone, I’d like you to meet Emily Jade, my darling daughter.
She was born at 1.31 am on December 2nd, 2009. She weighed in at 8lb. 3oz. and measured 21 3/4″ long. It was a fairly easy delivery after being induced and mum and baby are healthy and happy (if tired). There are more pics in the Gallery and I’ll add to them when I can.
Obviously my already sporadic and non-existent posting schedule just got worse. Deal with it.
So in a little under a month, the growth that has been hindering Tamara’s sleep will be excised and I will be the proud parent of a new baby wetums doll. Or something along those lines. Yup, that’s right… approximately 30 days from now is when the little squidlet is due and I can’t wait. No clue as to the baby’s gender as of yet, so that’ll be fun. Stuff around here isn’t ready yet at all… sigh! Such is the life of a hectic homeowner I guess.
I’ll post more once the time is nigh and obviously I’ll spam the obligatory newborn baby pics.
Ugh.. next I’ll be corralling you all into watching my home movies of the vacation to butt-fuck, nowhere. Bah!
Anyways, I shall spam more later. In the interim there is laundry to do and boxes to unpacketh. Yay me!
So Patrick Swayze died tonight and rather than mourn or comment on the loss of an actor that I didn’t really care all that much about, all I could think was “This is what happens when you put Baby in a corner.”
Yup. I’m going to Hell… and I don’t mind one bit.