I’ve been more distracted than usual lately. That may not seem particularly remarkable. According to my wife, my focus on day-to-day tasks has never been stellar. But even I have noticed a turn for the worse. I’ve let deadlines slip and my “honey-do” list seems to be getting longer and longer and longer.
I could blame the arrival of 2015. The year isn’t even a month old and I’m pretty sure I’ve already reached my medical deductible, not to mention the limit of my dental insurance.
I showed up at the dentist’s office at the beginning of January, got comfortable in his chair and then had the uncomfortable experience of watching bits of a bad tooth come flying out of my mouth. My dentist had to grind that tooth down to a nub in preparation for a crown. It was like watching sparks shooting from a metal grinder. If you ask me, my dentist seemed a little too enthusiastic.
But that experience was just the beginning.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been compelled to undergo a series of medical tests that seem designed to shred my dignity.
I’ve been obliged to drink foul substances and required to recline in various positions at the hospital, where I’ve been irradiated and poked and prodded with various instruments. And that was when I was awake. I don’t want to know what happened while I was happily unconscious.
I should know in the next couple of weeks whether my condition warrants more poking and prodding and general anesthetics.
If all that weren’t enough, my eye doctor has been calling. Apparently, I’m overdue for my annual exam.
It’s as if 2015 is saying, “Welcome to your 50s, Mr. Snyder,” as it giggles behind its hand.
I know I should just be thankful I’ve made it this far, that I have the privilege of sitting around at work commiserating about various aches and pains with the other guys my age and boring the pants off considerably younger colleagues.
But the truth is, the complaints associated with getting older aren’t the real reason why I haven’t given my obligations the attention they deserve.
That honor belongs to Netflix. The streaming video service is giving me the opportunity to revisit some of my favorite old TV shows.
Specifically, Netflix is indulging my obsession with “Star Trek”. I’ve been re-watching all of the old shows from “The Next Generation” to “Enterprise”, leaving my wife dumbfounded. I’m sure she thought she was out of the woods when the final series went off the air ten years ago this spring. But she didn’t count on Netflix.
She will soon have reason to celebrate, though. I only have one more season of “Deep Space Nine” to watch and then my “Star Trek” binge will be over and I will have run out of excuses for not attending to my rapidly expanding “honey do” list.
Unless, of course, I find something else to binge watch.
Come to think of it, the new season of “Game of Thrones” begins this spring. Now is probably a good time to refresh my memory.
I could use a little more distraction between all those trips to the doctor.