Those Who Travel

In Regards to Myself
This was a hectic week in terms of baby action. Monday say the first, oh I hope unmany, emergency runs back to the homestead. With my wife down and out due to physical issues and an onset of some nasty sleeplessness-induced postpartum, I was called back home in the middle of my shift at Amagasaki school. Though it all turned out alright, I continued to stay with her, cutting school as it were, the next day as well.

We will be moving once again in a couple of months. Probably moving into some government-subsidized housing. Our insurance is killing us it seems and we need to spend less on the living conditions. However, I have been considering getting a mortgage on a house here, though the idea of living in Japan for another 35 years squeezes my heart.

In Regards to My Cousin

Margaret Redden is going to the 2008 Beijing Paralympics this September. It's a far way to travel, but it's a dream come true for her. So, all the best to her.

In Regards to My Mother

She's Japan bound (poor soul) in about a week, and she's going to stay for two. We're pretty excited to see her, and she seems pretty excited to see her first (and currently only) grandchild. So, all the best to her, as well.

In Regards to the Doctor

I just finished watching the second-to-last episode of Doctor Who. After next week, it will only appear in Specials-form until 2010. I'm going to kind of miss it, but in my heart, it's not the same as it once was, this new series. Since it's been rekindled, Doctor Who seems more kitsch and cute and corny than camp, and I for one won't be heartbroken to not see it for a while. It's sad to admit, but highly true.

On Rectal Probing

Somehow Aliens Aren't So Scary

This past weekend, on Friday, it was check-up time for the Napolitano's. Being I've been recently injured and have had a four-month love-affair with a chest infection, AND bleedingoutmyrearend...My wife thought it high time I actually see a doctor. I cared not to go.

Anyway...to the...

GENERAL PRACTITIONER!

This guy, despite me being the first white person he's ever seen apart from the TV, he spoke pretty good English, though still seemed to miss many of the important items I through his way. "Your coughing? Bronchitis? To the X-Ray Machine!!"

A cold and hairy, bare-chested X-Ray later... to the...

DUDE WHO CHECKS YOUR BUTT!!

Another Doc-man who speakadaEnglish, but it was sort of 'funny'. So when he said, drop trou, and 'your gonna feel something funny feeling', it felt apropos. 'Funny' it wasn't. Not only did his lubricated, sheathed finger kill going in, but then he decided, let's squeeze the CRAP out of his insides. A LOT!

Then, after removing his finger, he immediately decided, let's do it again! Huzzah!

"I can feel a couple of cuts just inside there. I suggest drinking more water to loosen you stool. Now, just for fun, THE CAMERA!"

No lights are as blinding as the red hot bowie knife that invaded my already tattered nether-regions.

"Yup. I was right," he says.

>Back To The Beginning

So, it's a slight waddle back to the General Practitioner who tells me that there seems to be no infection. "Whew!" I says.

"It seems that this rampant coughing due to your carb intake may be an allergic reaction accompanying newly forming asthma."

"Whew!" I says.

On Returning Families

After two long months, my wife has finally returned tonight, with our Nolan in tow. This apartment finally seems whole.

Some Beefcake

Sexy Nolan

He cries loudly, gives us all headaches and splits our sides! It's like funny, oh God!