There is a first time for everything. Sunday was the first time it occurred to me that there is a difference between being twenty and not being twenty. A few days ago one of the women at the gym was bemoaning the fact that being forty wasn’t at all like being thirty–puhleeaasse.
My wife would have me point out her admonition of “You are not twenty anymore.” Women do not understand that to men this phrase goes into our little brains and comes out reshuffled as the phrase “Just you wait and see.”
There are those who would have you believe that there is no single muscle that is connected to every other muscle, a muscle which if pulled will make every other muscle hurt. I beg to differ. I think I found it—I call it a my groinal—it’s connected to my adverse and inverse bent-egotudinals, the small transflexors located behind the mind’s eye. I found the muscle while running back a kickoff during a Saturday morning game of flag football.
Call it an homage to the Kennedys. Sort of made me fee like one of them—I think it was Ethyl. Old guys versus new guys—I know it’s a poor word choice but you know what I mean which after all is why we’re both here. Did I mention that everything aches, so much so that I tried dipping myself in Tylenol?
There are two types of people who play football, those who like to hit people and those who don’t like being hit. I am clearly a member of the latter camp. I used to be able to avoid being hit by being faster than the other guy. This day I avoided getting hit by running away from the other guy.
The weird part is that my mind still pictures my body doing things just like the college kids on the field, and it feels the same, it just isn’t. Two kids passed me–they were probably on steroids, and my only reaction was the parent in me wanting to ground the two of them. Half the guys are moving at half the speed of the other guys. At the end of each play, we find our side doubled over, our hands on our knees, our eyes scanning the sidelines for oxygen and wondering why the ground appears to be swaying.
As the game progresses, instead of running a deep curl pattern, I find myself saying things like, “I’ll take two steps across the line of scrimmage, hit me if I’m open.” Thirty minutes later I’m trying to cut a deal with their safety, telling him, “I’m not in this play, I didn’t even go to the huddle.” After that I’m telling the quarterback, “If you throw it to me, I’m not going to catch it, no matter what.”
All the parts are the same ones I’ve always had, but they aren’t functioning the way they should. It’s a lot like assembling a gas grill and having a few pieces remaining—I speak from experience. Unfortunately, implementing complex healthcare information technology systems can often result in things not functioning the way they should, even if you have all the pieces. It helps to have a plan, have a better one than you thought you needed, have one written by people who plan nasty HIT systems, then have someone manage the plan, someone who can walk into the room and say, “This is what we are going to do on Tuesday, because this is what you should do on Tuesday on big hairy projects.”.
Then, if you pull your groinal muscle implementing EHR, try dipping yourself in Tylenol.