It's All Goodnow……

Euro Trip

In 100 years will it matter?  It is a question that begs perspective.

I want you to think about that.  Think about your job.  What you do day in and day out.  In 100 years will it matter? 

I recently realized that what I was doing wouldn’t matter at all.  When I’m 129 years old (I’m banking on huge advances in medicine) I want to be able to tell my kids (who at that time will be graduating college) that their Dad once had a job that he decided to leave.  And before he got a new one he went on an adventure. 

Picture this “How I Met Your Mother” style with my voice as Bob Sagget.

“Kids, in the summer of 2011 I went on an adventure. ”

“What kind of an adventure?” they will ask. 

“A glorious one on another continent.” I will say with a huge grin on my face.  “And this is the story of how I met your mother.  You see, had I not left my job I never would have met your mother.”

Do you see where I’m going here?

That’s right.  I have quit my job and I’m going to Europe.  You know all that Australia talk? (for those who are new to the blog, I wrote a lot about wanting to go hang with kangaroos a few months back)  Well, I have decided that due to it being winter there right now I’m going to go somewhere that is warm.  So I’m heading to Eastern Europe.   I have a loose idea of where I’m going, but this is MY ADVENTURE. 

I leave June 28th.  I come home……….haven’t decided yet.

I think I need this.  I have had one REAL “Andrew Vacation” in the last six years.  This will be the ultimate Andrew Vacation.  And when else in my life will I be able to do this?  I mean, I’d like to settle down eventually.  It would be nice to get this one adventure out of the way.  I don’t have a wife, I don’t have kids, I don’t even have a cat that needs to be fed.  So why not?  I never did study abroad in college (Stupid Andrew!!!!  Stupid, stupid, stupid.)   Why not see another part of the world.  Throw a backpack on my shoulders and wander around Europe for a month.  See the sights.  Mingle in another culture. 

The world is not New York City.

When you are 100, what would you like to say?  What story do you want to tell?  

How about when you are 40?  50? 60? 70?   You get the point.  Life isn’t just a 401k and health insurance.  Security is fine, but don’t miss out on life because you pursue it exclusively.  Don’t settle because it is what everyone is telling you to do.   In another couple of months I’m going to be sitting on top of a mountain in Europe thinking to myself, “This beats the fuck out of sitting behind a desk and eating an unlimited topping salad for lunch.”

So if anyone has any advice, please let me know.  Feel free to leave me a note.  I’m excited. I’m nervous (not so much about the trip, but about what happens when I get back, but that will work itself out).  But mostly I am proud of myself.  I have wanted this for a long time.  Now I’m making it happen. 

Because one day I’m going to have a hell of a story to tell.

Another Man Touched My Testicles

Yep, that is correct.  My annual physical was Tuesday.   Something I dread, yet get done once a year for the following reasons:

1. Not a huge fan of needles.  Not that I am afraid of them, just not into sticking metal objection into my body for the purpose of  extracting something.  I hate getting my blood drawn.  I almost passed out once.  It isn’t the needle, it is the feeling of the blood leaving my body.

Let’s be honest here, if you like needles and getting your blood drawn….you are a fucking weirdo.  No really, if you are reading this and you are “into needles” leave a comment so that everyone can see that you are a weirdo.


2.  They did an EKG on me.  Now, I wasn’t thinking Monday night.  Had I been, I would have shaved my chest.  Thus eliminating the whole scene from “The 40 Year Old Virgin” where he gets his chest waxed.  The nurse took off a patch of hair with the electrode.  Let me tell you, that felt fan-fucking-tastic.

3. Boy – waiting rooms sure are fun.  The sterile nature, the 3 month old magazines that people who are there to get STD tests have been passing around like a joint.  Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

4. “Do you have a co-pay?” 

“No, I don’t.  We went over this for an hour last time and I asked you to write it down in my chart to avoid such a thing THIS TIME.  I get my annual physical covered.  So let’s not try to shake me down too hard here.  I know there are Mercedes payments that need to be paid, but I also have to pay for my Metrocard this month. ”

5. “Your blood just isn’t moving fast enough.” says the nurse as my hand is turning purple, I’m sweating like I’m under a Bush-style interrogation (I’m not hating on it, just using a  good analogy here), and I’m visibly shaking.

Well, what do you ya want me to do about this lady?  Find a better vein next time.

6. “Ok, drop your pants”

Now here’s the deal – I get that he’s just checking the glands, giving it the once over for any “not supposed to be there bumps”, and making sure I do not have a lump on my testicles.  I do……but man is that uncomfortable.  I just twitched thinking about it (not a good twitch) 

Of course, I feel better when he asks how old I am and after I respond with 29 he says, “Oh boy, you are getting close to the digital rectal exam” and then laughs. 

Hmmmmmm…….hey doc, how about this…you write out that Xanex and we’ll talk.

7. He asked me what was going on in my life and when I told him he gave me the number to a therapist he knows.  I told him I already have one, to which he responded.  “Never hurts to talk to someone else.”

Guess he has a point.

So here is the point of my little story.  I feel better after I go to the doctor.  Because it is better to go in and know if something is wrong rather than live a life of ignorance…….especially when it comes to health.  I’m doing this one time.  Once.  Let’s live healthy.  I don’t always treat my body so well and making sure the blood pressure is on target, my lipids are in control and my liver and kidney still function are important.  

Here is the other thing – I am honest with my doctor. 

How much do you drink ? – I tell him

How many sexual partners?  – I round up

Do you exercise? – I brag about running a marathon

Any stress in your life? – You mean other than quitting my job and not knowing what I want to do with my life?  Oh, fuck no.

Again, let him or her help you.  That is their job.  To help you be healthy. I stay away from prescription anything personally and ask what I can do to avoid them.   They know about this stuff.  Use them.  Afterall, your insurance company is paying a whole lot for that “free annual physical”

To anyone reading.  Go to the doctor at least once a year.  You deserve to be healthy.  Your family deserves for you to be healthy. 

Yours In Good Health (until I get the results of my blood work next week)