Don’t worry, I’m not lost. I am, however, having some health issues, life balance issues, major stress issues etc. So, that’s why you haven’t seen much blogging lately.
Today I had to come home early from work, once again, thanks to a “code brown.” We’ll blog about that later. But, while I was laying on my bed, upset and in a bit of pain, I was listening to NPR and heard the most delightful segment on Talk of the Nation. It helped me calm down.
They were talking about lost and found items. They interviewed the guy in charge of lost and found at Grand Central Station about all the wacky things people have lost, and the extent to which they’ve gone to find the owners. Another guy was interviewed who has started a magazine called Found that looks like a blast to read. I’m going to have to check it out further. Essentially, his magazine is full of stories about found notes, lost items etc. They were very interesting - some sad and some funny.
If anyone’s interested in little entertaining, human interest reading, I strongly urge you to check out the radio show and the magazine.
It made me think of something I once lost that I would LOVE to find again. Before my blogging days, I kept a journal. When I was first “officially” diagnosed with HPS I recorded it all in my journal. I recorded the day that doctor started asking me the questions that caused me to google Hermansky-Pudlak Syndrome for the first time. I recorded my thoughts during my first trip to NIH. I recorded my thoughts about my first HPS conference. And, wouldn’t you know, just when that particular journal was so full I was almost ready to start a new one, I left it in the seat pocket on a flight. I tried to call the airlines and find it, but to no avail.
Can you imagine finding someone’s journal in the seat pocket on a plane? Most people wouldn’t be able to resist. They’d read it, maybe hoping for a little scandal, something salacious maybe? And instead they’d find this horribly emotional, terrified, story about getting diagnosed with a rare disease. I bet that was a shocker!
So, just in case there’s someone out there that stumbled upon my diary in the seat pocket of an airliner (I think it was a Southwest Airlines flight) – I want it back.
Today I had to come home early from work, once again, thanks to a “code brown.” We’ll blog about that later. But, while I was laying on my bed, upset and in a bit of pain, I was listening to NPR and heard the most delightful segment on Talk of the Nation. It helped me calm down.
They were talking about lost and found items. They interviewed the guy in charge of lost and found at Grand Central Station about all the wacky things people have lost, and the extent to which they’ve gone to find the owners. Another guy was interviewed who has started a magazine called Found that looks like a blast to read. I’m going to have to check it out further. Essentially, his magazine is full of stories about found notes, lost items etc. They were very interesting - some sad and some funny.
If anyone’s interested in little entertaining, human interest reading, I strongly urge you to check out the radio show and the magazine.
It made me think of something I once lost that I would LOVE to find again. Before my blogging days, I kept a journal. When I was first “officially” diagnosed with HPS I recorded it all in my journal. I recorded the day that doctor started asking me the questions that caused me to google Hermansky-Pudlak Syndrome for the first time. I recorded my thoughts during my first trip to NIH. I recorded my thoughts about my first HPS conference. And, wouldn’t you know, just when that particular journal was so full I was almost ready to start a new one, I left it in the seat pocket on a flight. I tried to call the airlines and find it, but to no avail.
Can you imagine finding someone’s journal in the seat pocket on a plane? Most people wouldn’t be able to resist. They’d read it, maybe hoping for a little scandal, something salacious maybe? And instead they’d find this horribly emotional, terrified, story about getting diagnosed with a rare disease. I bet that was a shocker!
So, just in case there’s someone out there that stumbled upon my diary in the seat pocket of an airliner (I think it was a Southwest Airlines flight) – I want it back.
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