I have been using PCs since i was a child (age 6). I remember my heart in my throat the first time I plugged:

 

C:\> format C: /u/q/s

 

into my old 80286 with (wait for it) 8,192 bytes of RAM. This is a very old measure of memory, and very small. When it comes to PCs, all you need to know is that all the numbers are based on 1/8ths. This is because, as my Father always told me: “There are 8bits in a byte”. It wasn just dumb luck that I landed in a job whose products were like nomenclature (part-numbered) with a similar sizing based on that same 1/8th multipliere. I guess that’s why I got it right away (after my colleague told me to “bring your Tube Fittings catalogue home, read section A, and then come see me if you have questions.” Remember: never a lesson unlearned. So, tout simplement, I went home that very night with my silly catalogue (I’ve always been a keener–I could make some dramatic claim that I was a precocious child, but this, I do not believe to be true. It all boils down to the people, places, and things in my development, right? So start with the family. They are permanent. It doesn’t matter where I am, I will still count on them to feed me strength to keep on fightng this unwinnable and thus pointless war. So I suppose I found that reason!

Each and every one of my family members provide direction. Whether it is intentional (probably not) or somehow created by my big, beautiful, ugly, damaged, creative, diseased brain ( thanks KW!)

I truly believe that we are all just direct products of our interpretation of the people, places, and things around us. I’ve been using: “we are all products of our environment, for years, mostly as a good way to pick girls up. Love me, hate me, it won’t change my belief. I’m many things, or I have been many things, but I do my best to be genuine and honest. This one has sparked some fun conversations! Disengenuine I am not…

 

Moving along, it is in fact my perception of… everything, to be perfectly honest, is different (always has been). It is quite simply my perception of events around me. There are not, insofar as I am aware, who want to be sick. So, since I was handed this bag full of MS, I am over-freaking-joyed that I have MS. I failed Bio 104 because I’m a bad student (that whole problem with authority thing), but when you have the same people, places, and things which I have, you might be lucky, like me, and be given the right direction. Charting your own course is a piece of cake.

 

There’s no mystery for me. I am well versed in Catholicism, one of the first books I read was “The Picture Bible”. I still maintain to this very day that, perceived as a work of fiction. It has lessons which, despite the fact that I now consider myself fully atheist.

 

“a person who disbelieves or lacks belief in the existence of God or gods”. Yup, that’s me alright. I complain about my MS a lot–it kinda comes with the turf. But can you fault me if those people, places, and things which gave me such wonderful insight didn’t really have a chapter called “How Not to Become Jaded if You Develop MS”. Honestly, I am friggin’ ruined. When people tell me they’re in pain, I just snicker quietly to myself as memories oif retching over the toilet from chemo, every single needle I’ve ever had, having open-brain surgery, venoplasty, and every fall (I have an artful way of falling. I weigh nothing and my legs are still able to bear weight, if not otherwise disabed (and just for shits and giggles, I am experiencing moderate edema in my legs, making them difficult to manoeuvre–heavy and tricky to hang on to. I am told by Dr. Giacomini confirmed my suspicion that this is a common problem for people who are in wheelchairs.) I know a soluttion to the poblem. Maybe another post. This one is about the people, places, and things, my perception of them, and the coolway in which it allows me to see things.

 

I likely would have enjoyed many successes in the life I was living. Instead, I enjoy all the stuff that most find tedious. And that is because I have no choice but to invent new ways of doing them. I find it amusing and rewarding every time I solve another puzzle. And this is because of the people, places, and things, particularly in my childhood, which have shaped my perception so that I’m able to deal. Most of the time, it’s just more an external manifestation of the oeople, places, and things to which I have been exposed.

I think they did alright.

-A.D.

People, Places, and Things

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3 thoughts on “People, Places, and Things

  1. Shirl says:

    Bravo! Well said.

  2. Auntie Margie says:

    For all it is a matter of perception. Grampa used to say, when asked about his pain, “there are those who are worse off than me.”

  3. Sususy says:

    Strong man ! Love from Ruth-Ann and Dan

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