Ciggy Ciggy!

Bear with me. I'm getting somewhere here.



My boss once told me, "Ciggy you really have a problem with consistency. If you can just get yourself together for a month, you'll get really far". Eh? I didn't take it seriously because at that time I thought it was just a crappy excuse to start a power talk. I was young then, (i still am now mind you) and all I can think of is, I don't want to do the same stuff I did yesterday - I would absolutely bore myself to death if I find me in a routine. I would arrive late or at 6am - when you still need to request the office security to turn the lights on, I would finish all my tasks way early before the deadline or wait till half a second remains and lay it all on the table - with a poker face of course, talk to no one just for the heck of it or (this one's really crazy) send texts to the president of the company asking how his weekend was (and I would come as real weirdo on his birthday) because it's too much fun I can't let it pass. So in all this I thought, I am not inconsistent. I am actually consistent in behavioral fluctuations.



Let me just get rid of all the I's and me's in this egocentric entry.



Behavior is defined through an observation of repetitive occurences in a length of time. And bad or good behavior, is defined in a person's mind or sadly, by the social strata. That's why if you come as weird to somebody, it is because they see you in consideration to what that creature has been simmered to in his evolution pot. I don't want to carry on further because that would lead to criminal cases. It's bad (see?).



This is really weird.



Getting back to consistency, because I think I went haywire there with defining behavior in the hope of marrying it to the idea of good or bad, I realized, the dude is actually correct. My wife would not be happy If I just suddenly take off in the middle of changing diapers to go see "Journey to the Center of the Earth" in 3d, just for a change. I know it's extreme but it's a fun example. In fact, I am loving the repetition. Today, I woke up at 5am to go to work just as what I did for the past two weeks, happy to drive for an hour. In fact, everyday is different from any other day even if you do the same thing. Like today, when I arrived here in the office, around 630am, ready to get on my 7-3 shift I found out that I start at 815 actually. Surprise!



I should have changed the first line of this entry to something else.

And nothing happened after 3 months...

A bad thing for this blog but for us- no post-eclampsia meaning - everything is good. And the baby? She had a part of her heart underdeveloped but a few weeks later her heart matured fully so everything is absolutely fantastic. Here take a look at the rock baby:



I don't know where she got that really huge nose. Mine is "just huge". Just.

What I want to do to close this series is give out information as much as I can about pre-eclampsia. So let's get started.

1. Here's your wikipedia pre-eclampsia page. It's full of jargon though. Try reading my previous posts (aside from the nasty grammar, my wife's dread) it is pretty much like "yes, that's what it is".
2. Here's an org that I refer to during those hypertensive months - The Pre-eclampsia Foundation.
3. Did anybody say videos? Here.
4. And here's an international forum about the disease. Those are mommy forums. You know what to expect.

Aside from the hideous grammar from my previous posts (you have to understand my grammar nazi, that I was stressed-out constantly thus the grammatical stutter), the previous months that we had were more of a blessing rather than a curse. The strength that we got by being through the eye of the storm bears more weight than the agony that fell on us all of a sudden.

Thank you for all the friends that prayed, encouraged, advised, called, sms-ed and forced me to tell the story all over (and over) again (oh the pain!).

Good stuff!