Really? Again? Another attack with guns? This time it is military personnel and looks like a police officer killed. In my home state. Maybe something will be done. But what should be done?
I have guns. I don't have assault rifles, and I can't imagine that they were ever imagined by those who came up with the second amendment. I don't know about handguns. I don't think anything semi-automatic or automatic (not that I really know the difference) is needed - and I'm not all that certain I can even justify having rifles or shotguns. I have used them before to shoot targets and clay pigeons (who are quite dangerous). I can't imagine killing an animal with a gun at this point in my life, but if I had to for food, I might. I might also go vegan - that would probably be easier for me currently.
I don't judge those who hunt. Some people I love a lot hunt. But do their rights to do that really have any bearing on the existence of the kinds of guns usually used in these kinds of crimes? Can't we all agree to outlaw some guns or make it next to impossible to get them? I know, I know - then only outlaws will have guns. But isn't it worth trying?
This person probably has some kind of mental illness also. I don't really think you can kill people and not have some kind of mental illness. Killing people isn't or sure shouldn't be a natural thing. It sure seems to be a common thing though.
If (God forbid) someone broke into my house and threatened my family, I would do anything to stop them including using a gun if I thought that would stop them. But I feel like I have a better chance swinging a bat at them. If they are out to harm me or if they are crazy, I feel like all bets are off, right? But again, does this justify our current situation? And I know of accidents involving weapons in people's homes where the innocents die.
Isn't one human life more than all guns and all gun rights?
I just wish there weren't those billboards for gun shows happening on weekends around me. I know doing away with those won't solve everything, but would it matter at all? Maybe just lose the billboards at least - that seems so brazen and terrible especially seeing one right after these things happen. But I guess the people running them will say, "It's our right." And how else will people find you? There's probably one happening around me pretty soon. Maybe even one happening soon in Chattanooga.
04 September 2014
My Response To ISIS
I should begin by confessing that I am not an expert on most of what I am going to say. I don’t know much about foreign policy. I barely know geography. Even as a pastor and hack theologian, I don’t feel adequate to offer anything so sweeping as a "Christian response” or suggestion to billions of people on what they should believe or do. All I can offer is how I feel and what I plan to do. I hope you find this helpful, and I’m sorry if you don’t approve.
Job’s friends got it right, in the beginning at least. When disaster struck him they initially sat silent with him for seven days and seven nights, too stunned to utter a word. I believe this practice remains within some communities of Judaism and is called sitting shiva (sitting seven). Many of us could learn from this. In our world we are all too quick to talk, judge, and make plans. We seem particularly ready to do this when something awful happens. And yet, I am typically too stunned to move.
Such has been the case for me with ISIS. I simply can’t come to grips with what seems to be pure evil. And yes, the beheadings have done it for me. Maybe more than the beheadings, it’s the idea that there are videos of the beheadings on Facebook. All Facebook is right now is ice water bucket challenges and beheadings. The attempts by some to raise awareness about and funding to research and cure a horrific disease right next to a medieval form of murder. One group attempting to bring life while another spreads death. I must say that the idea of beheading has been too much for me. I never could have imagined that in the twenty-first century people would still consider cutting off someone’s head. Clearly I’ve given humans too much credit. I should also say, for the sake of transparency, that I recently uttered similar words about the fact that the governor of the state I’ve lived in almost all of my life has suggested the return of execution by the electric chair. I can’t believe that humans living now want to rush so quickly to barbarism, and that’s what I consider both forms of death to be.
I believe in the ethics of Christian nonviolence. First, let me say what this doesn’t mean to me. It doesn’t mean that I will not react in defense if someone starts attacking me or someone in front of me. Certainly I would do all I could to defend anyone from attack by using whatever means necessary. I would not seek to kill the attacker, but let the chips fall where they may. Obviously, this is a theoretical and theological position of mine, and I have no earthly idea how I would react in the moment. If you’re honest, you probably don’t either.
While considering what is happening with ISIS and other organized murders, I am deeply tempted to ditch the approach to nonviolence and pursue other avenues. Angry quotes and lines from movies come to mind. One that I rush to quickly I remember hearing for the first time from a character in the movie “Needful Things” - “Kill them all. Let God sort them out.” I later learned that the derivation of this quote likely came from a pope during the Crusades. Deep down I want someone to gather a posse and rush in like Kurt Russell and Val Kilmer at the end of “Tombstone.” Of course it was helpful that they were killing anyone who wore a red sash. It’s nice when “enemies” self-select and are easily identifiable. Hitler with a his famous mustache and swastika armband. Sadly evil is everywhere, particularly lurking within each one of us.
So here are my biggest problems with these approaches and all approaches that employ violence: I don’t think they ultimately solve anything. Violence tends to make things worse. Jesus rejected such methods.
I was speaking with a friend the other day about all this, and I confessed that if I thought it was possible to round up everyone who would do things like this and get rid of them, it’s hard for me to resist this option. But we both agreed this isn’t possible. Yes, killing someone assures that that person will not kill again. Yippee! What about the next killer and the next and the next. Don’t overlook the fact that in the process of killing these people you make more people killers, because the people who kill killers are themselves killers. There seem to be differences, but I have never taken a life. There is also little difference to those left behind, and this can lead to ideas of vengeance and blood feud which are just as real today as they were for the Hatfields and McCoys. One of the sayings I believe more than any other is that of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.” I believe King would allow the substitution of the word “violence” for “hate” and agree that the same is true. And of course, let us not forget how he died - an hour away from my hometown I should confess.
My primary reason for clinging to a belief in nonviolence and all I believe is my understanding of Jesus. I cannot find Jesus suggesting or condoning the use of violence. I know there are a few passages that hint at his use of or openness to violence, but I am not convinced by them contextually, and I’m overwhelmingly convinced that he did not fight back when he was arrested and executed, in perhaps the most barbaric fashion, for crimes he did not commit.
What I see Jesus doing more than anything is going to places of deepest brokenness and offering healing. For those of us who believe in the incarnation, this is of course what God is doing in Jesus by coming into the world. And so, the only response I can imagine is to try my best to follow suit. I don’t believe that anyone is born wanting to decapitate someone else. I think violence and brutality and hate and abuse are taught. I simply cannot fathom wanting to kill someone, let alone purposefully and in such a horrific manner. And I think underneath my inability to fathom such things lies the best response I can find. I cannot imagine this and yet the man (I assume) in the black mask can. I believe that we both came into the world the same way, and yet we seem to have come into different worlds. He clearly came into a world where at some point something happened to cause everything within him to reject love, beauty, and hope. His very humanity seems, to me, gone. I can’t help but focus on what might have happened to cause him to wield a sword when I want to do anything but. And above all, I can only believe that if I were in his place and he in mine, things might be different. I think that context matters a great deal.
Yesterday I heard John Perkins speak. I had heard of him many times, but this was my first occasion to meet him. I encourage you to look him up and learn his story. Perkins is 84 years old, but when he was quite young his brother was killed by police officers in Mississippi, and John was beaten severely as well. I can imagine that this could have turned him into a murderer. In fact, he confessed that after this happened to him if he had possessed an atomic bomb, none of us would be here. And yet, he turned away from hate and toward forgiveness and love and has spent his life advocating for reconciliation, particularly among people of different races. I want to be a person who shares love and peace in the lives of those about to turn to violence.
Later today I am going to meet with someone who facilitates tutoring and mentoring programs through a church in the city where I live. I plan on volunteering in these programs and sharing this opportunity with the university students I work with and many others. I hope that by being involved in this program and others like it I can offer the love of Christ to those who might be on the brink of disaster. Regardless, I believe that the Word became flesh and moved into our neighborhood. Of course, we didn’t know what to do with someone who was perfect love and the way, truth, and life. So, turning to the only solution we tend to understand, we killed God. I often wonder if God expected that or not. Ultimately, that’s not the final issue for me because it wasn’t the final act of the story. Look what happens next: resurrection. The final word is that love, joy, peace, and life win. Thanks be to God.
Job’s friends got it right, in the beginning at least. When disaster struck him they initially sat silent with him for seven days and seven nights, too stunned to utter a word. I believe this practice remains within some communities of Judaism and is called sitting shiva (sitting seven). Many of us could learn from this. In our world we are all too quick to talk, judge, and make plans. We seem particularly ready to do this when something awful happens. And yet, I am typically too stunned to move.
Such has been the case for me with ISIS. I simply can’t come to grips with what seems to be pure evil. And yes, the beheadings have done it for me. Maybe more than the beheadings, it’s the idea that there are videos of the beheadings on Facebook. All Facebook is right now is ice water bucket challenges and beheadings. The attempts by some to raise awareness about and funding to research and cure a horrific disease right next to a medieval form of murder. One group attempting to bring life while another spreads death. I must say that the idea of beheading has been too much for me. I never could have imagined that in the twenty-first century people would still consider cutting off someone’s head. Clearly I’ve given humans too much credit. I should also say, for the sake of transparency, that I recently uttered similar words about the fact that the governor of the state I’ve lived in almost all of my life has suggested the return of execution by the electric chair. I can’t believe that humans living now want to rush so quickly to barbarism, and that’s what I consider both forms of death to be.
I believe in the ethics of Christian nonviolence. First, let me say what this doesn’t mean to me. It doesn’t mean that I will not react in defense if someone starts attacking me or someone in front of me. Certainly I would do all I could to defend anyone from attack by using whatever means necessary. I would not seek to kill the attacker, but let the chips fall where they may. Obviously, this is a theoretical and theological position of mine, and I have no earthly idea how I would react in the moment. If you’re honest, you probably don’t either.
While considering what is happening with ISIS and other organized murders, I am deeply tempted to ditch the approach to nonviolence and pursue other avenues. Angry quotes and lines from movies come to mind. One that I rush to quickly I remember hearing for the first time from a character in the movie “Needful Things” - “Kill them all. Let God sort them out.” I later learned that the derivation of this quote likely came from a pope during the Crusades. Deep down I want someone to gather a posse and rush in like Kurt Russell and Val Kilmer at the end of “Tombstone.” Of course it was helpful that they were killing anyone who wore a red sash. It’s nice when “enemies” self-select and are easily identifiable. Hitler with a his famous mustache and swastika armband. Sadly evil is everywhere, particularly lurking within each one of us.
So here are my biggest problems with these approaches and all approaches that employ violence: I don’t think they ultimately solve anything. Violence tends to make things worse. Jesus rejected such methods.
I was speaking with a friend the other day about all this, and I confessed that if I thought it was possible to round up everyone who would do things like this and get rid of them, it’s hard for me to resist this option. But we both agreed this isn’t possible. Yes, killing someone assures that that person will not kill again. Yippee! What about the next killer and the next and the next. Don’t overlook the fact that in the process of killing these people you make more people killers, because the people who kill killers are themselves killers. There seem to be differences, but I have never taken a life. There is also little difference to those left behind, and this can lead to ideas of vengeance and blood feud which are just as real today as they were for the Hatfields and McCoys. One of the sayings I believe more than any other is that of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.” I believe King would allow the substitution of the word “violence” for “hate” and agree that the same is true. And of course, let us not forget how he died - an hour away from my hometown I should confess.
My primary reason for clinging to a belief in nonviolence and all I believe is my understanding of Jesus. I cannot find Jesus suggesting or condoning the use of violence. I know there are a few passages that hint at his use of or openness to violence, but I am not convinced by them contextually, and I’m overwhelmingly convinced that he did not fight back when he was arrested and executed, in perhaps the most barbaric fashion, for crimes he did not commit.
What I see Jesus doing more than anything is going to places of deepest brokenness and offering healing. For those of us who believe in the incarnation, this is of course what God is doing in Jesus by coming into the world. And so, the only response I can imagine is to try my best to follow suit. I don’t believe that anyone is born wanting to decapitate someone else. I think violence and brutality and hate and abuse are taught. I simply cannot fathom wanting to kill someone, let alone purposefully and in such a horrific manner. And I think underneath my inability to fathom such things lies the best response I can find. I cannot imagine this and yet the man (I assume) in the black mask can. I believe that we both came into the world the same way, and yet we seem to have come into different worlds. He clearly came into a world where at some point something happened to cause everything within him to reject love, beauty, and hope. His very humanity seems, to me, gone. I can’t help but focus on what might have happened to cause him to wield a sword when I want to do anything but. And above all, I can only believe that if I were in his place and he in mine, things might be different. I think that context matters a great deal.
Yesterday I heard John Perkins speak. I had heard of him many times, but this was my first occasion to meet him. I encourage you to look him up and learn his story. Perkins is 84 years old, but when he was quite young his brother was killed by police officers in Mississippi, and John was beaten severely as well. I can imagine that this could have turned him into a murderer. In fact, he confessed that after this happened to him if he had possessed an atomic bomb, none of us would be here. And yet, he turned away from hate and toward forgiveness and love and has spent his life advocating for reconciliation, particularly among people of different races. I want to be a person who shares love and peace in the lives of those about to turn to violence.
Later today I am going to meet with someone who facilitates tutoring and mentoring programs through a church in the city where I live. I plan on volunteering in these programs and sharing this opportunity with the university students I work with and many others. I hope that by being involved in this program and others like it I can offer the love of Christ to those who might be on the brink of disaster. Regardless, I believe that the Word became flesh and moved into our neighborhood. Of course, we didn’t know what to do with someone who was perfect love and the way, truth, and life. So, turning to the only solution we tend to understand, we killed God. I often wonder if God expected that or not. Ultimately, that’s not the final issue for me because it wasn’t the final act of the story. Look what happens next: resurrection. The final word is that love, joy, peace, and life win. Thanks be to God.
30 August 2014
That's Odd
So, I'm going to start trying to write once again. It's really funny to me to consider my writing habits - or more accurately, my habits of procrastinating about writing. I love to write. I love the idea of writing. I love the idea of me as a writer. Yet, for some reason, I can't make myself do it with any discipline at all. I tell other people I'm going to start writing more, and it just doesn't happen. I'm trying to finish this book (a very brief book), and I keep putting it off. It's truly weird.
I noticed on this blog that I didn't write (post) anything at all in 2011. Then I wrote a little in 2012. Nothing at all again in 2013. What is it about odd years? I was born in an odd year, so maybe that means something.
Anyway, the writing is something I've been threatening for far too long without delivering on. So beware. It's going to happen. And it may even just happen here.
I noticed on this blog that I didn't write (post) anything at all in 2011. Then I wrote a little in 2012. Nothing at all again in 2013. What is it about odd years? I was born in an odd year, so maybe that means something.
Anyway, the writing is something I've been threatening for far too long without delivering on. So beware. It's going to happen. And it may even just happen here.
26 May 2012
The Closest I've Ever Come to Strangling a Pharmacist (so far)
So a few weeks ago, after we got back from Disney, my wife and I were both sick. Well, I was sicker earlier, so I got more medical attention in the form of a z-pack. I was feeling much better, though not totally out of the woods when she comes down with "faucet nose." Her nose is running non-stop - like stuff pouring out of it. Eventually, this stuff turns yellow. So I text our doc and ask her what my wife needs to do. She says, and I'm quoting the actual text: "I would try Sudafed and ibuprofen for a couple of days, then if not better, we'll do more."
So, we routinely take Advil Cold and Sinus or the generic of that when we get sinus issues, and that's what she recommended. We had a few left from the last batch, but I figured we would need more to last us a couple days. Keep in mind, I'm not totally great yet, so I plan on taking this also.
So I run to Walgreens to purchase the stuff. In my state, a lot of people apparently make meth. So anything with pseudoephedrine in it is more or less a controlled substance. Can't just buy it, have to get a card and take it to the counter to purchase. Before I've had to show my driver's license. I should also say that I'm not rolling up in the Walgreens in a suit and tie. I'd been working outside, so I was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt (bright green).
I go get the card and take it to the counter. The woman behind the counter says, you are going to have to talk to the pharmacist. Okay, never had to do this before, but whatever. So, I start talking with the pharmacist, and I'm going to share his name, because I want him to lose his job - Marvin McKenzie. Marvin asks me if the drugs are for me. I say that they are - not a lie, because I do intend to take some of them. He then asks me my symptoms. Again, perhaps a bit odd, but I'll play along. I mention that I have pressure in my head, congestion, sore throat, and some yellow mucus. He asks if my nose was running. Now, my wife's nose is running, and I probably should have said "yes" because she would be taking this and really it's mostly for her - but my nose was not and really has never been runny with a sinus infection (it drains down in my throat and makes it like knives there). So, I say "no." He then asks if he can show me something else that better fits my symptoms. I respond that I'd really prefer this product as I've used it many times before, it works, and my primary care physician advised me to get it. All, I think, reasonable points.
He then precedes to tell me that the laws in Tennessee have changed, and "he has a license to protect." Now, this offends me, because suddenly I feel that he sees me as being a threat to his license, and that seems rather bizarre. So, I ask him if he needs to do a background check on me. He declines. Then, I give him the number of my doctor - her cell number in fact - and offer to show him her text message. He tries to call her, but she doesn't answer. He remains unconvinced about my threat level. We go back and forth for a while, and my voice is increasing in pitch and volume. Then, I finally ask him, "Do I need a prescription to get this?" And he says, "No." So, I say, "Well then I'd like to purchase it." And he says, "I can't let you do that." My brain basically collapses at this point, because I require for things to be somewhat based on reason and logic, and these two thoughts (not a prescription drug AND can't have it even though I don't need a prescription) couldn't co-exist in my head. I yell at him a little more, and then I say, "Are you going to sell this to me?" And he refuses.
So, I come home, and I scream a lot about it to my wife. She then goes to CVS, acknowledges that she has a runny nose, and comes home with the medicine.
I hereby pledge never to shop at a Walgreens again if I can possibly avoid doing so. I will advise everyone I know never to shop at Walgreens. And I hope that Marvin McKenzie loses his job because he vastly overstepped his bounds in order to "protect his license."
Obviously, I am a threat.
So, we routinely take Advil Cold and Sinus or the generic of that when we get sinus issues, and that's what she recommended. We had a few left from the last batch, but I figured we would need more to last us a couple days. Keep in mind, I'm not totally great yet, so I plan on taking this also.
So I run to Walgreens to purchase the stuff. In my state, a lot of people apparently make meth. So anything with pseudoephedrine in it is more or less a controlled substance. Can't just buy it, have to get a card and take it to the counter to purchase. Before I've had to show my driver's license. I should also say that I'm not rolling up in the Walgreens in a suit and tie. I'd been working outside, so I was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt (bright green).
I go get the card and take it to the counter. The woman behind the counter says, you are going to have to talk to the pharmacist. Okay, never had to do this before, but whatever. So, I start talking with the pharmacist, and I'm going to share his name, because I want him to lose his job - Marvin McKenzie. Marvin asks me if the drugs are for me. I say that they are - not a lie, because I do intend to take some of them. He then asks me my symptoms. Again, perhaps a bit odd, but I'll play along. I mention that I have pressure in my head, congestion, sore throat, and some yellow mucus. He asks if my nose was running. Now, my wife's nose is running, and I probably should have said "yes" because she would be taking this and really it's mostly for her - but my nose was not and really has never been runny with a sinus infection (it drains down in my throat and makes it like knives there). So, I say "no." He then asks if he can show me something else that better fits my symptoms. I respond that I'd really prefer this product as I've used it many times before, it works, and my primary care physician advised me to get it. All, I think, reasonable points.
He then precedes to tell me that the laws in Tennessee have changed, and "he has a license to protect." Now, this offends me, because suddenly I feel that he sees me as being a threat to his license, and that seems rather bizarre. So, I ask him if he needs to do a background check on me. He declines. Then, I give him the number of my doctor - her cell number in fact - and offer to show him her text message. He tries to call her, but she doesn't answer. He remains unconvinced about my threat level. We go back and forth for a while, and my voice is increasing in pitch and volume. Then, I finally ask him, "Do I need a prescription to get this?" And he says, "No." So, I say, "Well then I'd like to purchase it." And he says, "I can't let you do that." My brain basically collapses at this point, because I require for things to be somewhat based on reason and logic, and these two thoughts (not a prescription drug AND can't have it even though I don't need a prescription) couldn't co-exist in my head. I yell at him a little more, and then I say, "Are you going to sell this to me?" And he refuses.
So, I come home, and I scream a lot about it to my wife. She then goes to CVS, acknowledges that she has a runny nose, and comes home with the medicine.
I hereby pledge never to shop at a Walgreens again if I can possibly avoid doing so. I will advise everyone I know never to shop at Walgreens. And I hope that Marvin McKenzie loses his job because he vastly overstepped his bounds in order to "protect his license."
Obviously, I am a threat.
07 March 2012
Songs That Got Me to Kentucky
I can’t imagine life without music. My earliest memories include music, and I find it difficult to get through a day without music of some kind. One of my favorite times with music is when I’m driving on a trip by myself, and I can play music as loud as I can stand it and sing-yell along with it while I bash the steering wheel and commit a number of moving violations. But in music, as in all things, I’m picky. So the songs have to fit with what’s happening or where I’m going. Here are the main songs that kept me singing on my way to the KenLake Spiritual Life Retreat:
Across 110th Street – Bobby Womack: Got hooked on this song from the movie “Jackie Brown.” The movie wasn’t my favorite, but it grew on me. Say what you will about Tarantino, but his use of music in film is a gift.
Africa – Toto: When this song came on, I realized my iPhone was not on shuffle (these are the first two songs I have). This song is awesome. It makes no sense, but I love singing it as loudly as I can. One of the best lines of any song ever – “I know that I must do what’s right (as) sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti.”
Float On – Modest Mouse: Such a fun but complex song. Great to sing with a crowd. One of the best album names ever – “Good News for People Who Love Bad News.”
You Can Call Me Al – Paul Simon: Sheer genius both as a song and as a music video. Best bass solo ever.
Into The Great Wide Open – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: I think I first became obsessed with this song through the music video on MTV (which if you’re 15 or younger you have no idea about). It’s a gorgeous song about a pretty ugly situation. I had a Tom Petty renaissance a couple years ago when my brother got me the DVD anthology “Runnin’ Down a Dream.” It was a great gift and made me realize how many of these songs I love – much to the dismay of my friend Mark.
Wavin’ Flag – Young Artists for Haiti: For the most part a wretched song, and yet one that always makes me happy because of where I first heard it. Good times at AC.
El Scorcho – Weezer: Makes me think of some of my closest friends - first meeting Mark, Randall, and Troy, getting to know David and Mandy, and playing in ACE with Eli at Davis-Kidd. Hilarious song. “I’ll bring home the turkey if you’ll bring home the bacon!”
“The Trio” (Rolling in the Deep, Rumour Has It, Set Fire to the Rain) – Adele: I am borderline OCD. This is lived out in music by becoming obsessed with a certain artist or usually song and playing it over and over and over. I’m newly obsessed with these three songs. “Rolling in the Deep” is just unbelievable in its ability to captivate me. I become like my dog when she sees a squirrel. The other two are pretty close in their power. These songs are the essence of music.
22 August 2010
A Loveable Lou-ser
Just when you think you've seen it all as a Cubs fan, turns out not. I didn't think the Cubs would be in contention this season. But I had no idea things would go off the rails like this. Guess I should have had a better imagination.I wasn't all that shocked to hear about Lou retiring at the end of the season. That seemed to be coming one way or another. But then the weird stuff started happening. We trade Derrek Lee to the Braves and then start playing the Braves. One day Lee plays for the Cubs; the next for the Braves - at Wrigley - against the Cubs. It's just too much to adjust to all at once.
And now today, Lou announces his retirement will start after the game - today. There's no arguing with his reason. His mother is apparently in failing health, and he has been on leave several times. Certainly he needs to be with her and put family first. I just hope he is really being allowed to do what he needs and isn't being forced out. At this point, he could coach the team from Tampa over Skype and it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. But if he's being elbowed out, that's pretty scummy, even for Chicago politics.
22 March 2010
typical
so i got the swine flu the other day. well, i'm getting ahead of myself. i was told it couldn't be 100% confirmed absent a test from the CDC (which i didn't want to pay for), but it was a type a (like my personality) strand, so chances are better than not. we caught it early, so i got some good meds (100 bucks worth to be exact - about half of which was, from my medical opinion, totally useless), and i'm all better now.
now comes the question: will i start getting the flu shot? here's the thing, as far as i know i've never had the flu before. i get lots of sinus things which may also be related to allergies. who knows anything really? but, the one time i actually did get the flu shot, i got sick as a dog. it was awful. so yeah, maybe i'll just take my chances. i'm a strong believer in prevention but when that prevention makes you sick and you might not get sick anyway, not so much.
but yeah, me a total hypochondriac getting the swine flu. classic.
now comes the question: will i start getting the flu shot? here's the thing, as far as i know i've never had the flu before. i get lots of sinus things which may also be related to allergies. who knows anything really? but, the one time i actually did get the flu shot, i got sick as a dog. it was awful. so yeah, maybe i'll just take my chances. i'm a strong believer in prevention but when that prevention makes you sick and you might not get sick anyway, not so much.
but yeah, me a total hypochondriac getting the swine flu. classic.
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