Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Warning: Gross Metaphors Ahead

The other day at work I was putting my lunch in the refrigerator in the break room when for whatever reason I took note of the First Aid poster on the wall.
Specifically, I noticed the section on Heart Attack Symptoms.
The main thing I took note of was the fact that in addition to being a river in Egypt, denial is a symptom of having a heart attack.

"Are you having a heart attack?"
"Nope, I feel fine."
"Oh my god, call a doctor! He's having a heart attack!"
"No, I said I'm not having a heart attack."
"Didn't you hear him? He just said he's not having a heart attack, so for god's sake get a doctor to deal with the heart attack he's obviously having!"

I wonder, does the denial have to be specifically related to having a heart attack, or is a general denial equally symptomatic?

"I'm not going bald. See, I've got hair."
"Oh my god, he thinks his combover covers up his bald spot! He's having a heart attack!

Anyway, the other thing I noticed was the graphic below the symptoms:



Is it just me, or does the guy having the heart attack look like Mike Farrell back when he first started on M*A*S*H as B.J. before he grew the mustache?
Just a thought.
I haven't made up my mind as to whether I'm going to head out to see what sort of 4th of July doings are transpiring.
I don't want to have to drive over and contend with traffic and parking, and while the place where most of the doings are set to transpire is within easy walking distance, it's hot and humid as hell out there. How hot and humid is it? It's like the crotch of a jogging fat guy.
We're talking swampy.
Beyond that, there is the looming threat of thunderstorms. Bad enough to be drenched in sweat from walking through the crotch-rotting heat (okay, I'm going to drop the really gross analogy now), but even worse to get drowned by the rain, pelted with hail, or struck by lightning.
So I remain undecided on the whole thing.
In any case, I hope all of you are having fun, festive Independence Day celebrations.
Of course, if you are then you aren't reading this, so my hopes for you are all wasted, aren't they? Fine; to hell with you then.

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