No, I'd Rather not Know

Earlier today I pointed out that I was a son of a bitch for missing the one-year anniversary of Rob Smith's death. Now I would like to point out that I am a son of a bitch for forgetting about Russ Emerson.

I was reading Russ's blog a while back--I could swear it was three or four days ago--and I was disturbed to see he was having medical problems. The sort of thing that would make you wonder if you had something like ALS or multiple sclerosis. I thought, "Gee, I ought to ask my readers to say a prayer for him." And of course I forgot. I'm always self-absorbed, but the stress of finishing this book and trying to get this career on track has turned me into a younger version of that old fart who created Commander Data. I'm cancelling radio shows and ignoring my weekly columns. I barely exist.

Anyway, it turns out that was MONTHS AGO. And now Russ has his test results, and unbelievably, it's hydrocephalus. I had no idea adults could get that. And weirder still, it's good news, because it's treatable.

He's still having problems caused by atrophy and so on, but apparently, improvement is in his future.

Do me a favor, help me salve my conscience, and include Russ in your prayers this week. I will still be a son of a bitch, but he's not out of the woods yet, so a little prayer can't hurt.