More stories from the Nevada Desert, Pain as a part of the Human Condition, and thoughts on

…I was speaking last week about our recent stay in the Northern Nevada Desert and a visit from an old friend with some ‘psychological’ issues. Now, I could probably take another month’s worth of blogs to describe all the interesting events that unfolded out there, from our secret Crystal Cave visit to Mia finding an old blue Milk of Magnesia bottle sitting by itself under a small clump of sage and which now rests proudly on her desk, but of relevance to this blog, I’ll only include the rather sad discovery on my part that my friend of over 30 years, who I had long considered one of the ‘manliest’ of my friends, had become little more than a wimpified pansy.

Case in point: Mia and I were up making breakfast and enjoying the cool desert morning when my friend stumbled from his tent and came to the fire, complaining of a non-alcoholic headache and various other ailments. We listened to his litany of pain before returning a little good-natured razzing, which he wanted nothing to do with, “My body’s breaking down and you’re making fun of me?”

No, we’re just trying to get you to stop whining!” Mia replied. “Besides, Milt’s older than you and look what he deals with and he never whines.”

But everybody’s pain is their pain,” he countered, and we backed off after seeing he wanted to be left to his misery without interference. Now, he did make a point: not everyone has the same threshold for pain and discomfort, and maybe I’m just unique in my ability to absorb abuse without much complaint, the good Welsh lackey with 500 years of misery stamped into my genes by the boot of our English masters. But, it was maybe an hour later, after we’d cleaned our dishes and were getting ready to head out for another round of exploration, that we heard a shout come from his tent and went to see what the matter was: there was our friend standing outside his tent, holding aloft a bleeding hand and cursing and shaking the hand, “I fuckin’ ripped it open, jesus, sh@t, look at he blood, what am I gonna do, jesus, ahhhhhhhh!!!”

Guy’s 6′ 2”, ripped and yelling like a 5 year old!

Mia, an RN with years of such experience, calmly and professionally took his hand and saw that he had somehow cut himself across a couple fingers and had drawn a helluva lot of blood, but really, no severe damage and no arteries or veins were affected. She cleaned his trembling hand and softly asked how it happened, which he revealed he’d left his large Case hunting knife sitting open in his sleeping bag (!) and he’s grabbed it without thinking and cut himself (he’d kept his knife IN his bag all night, just in case of monsters, I suppose, or other nefarious and dangerous desert dwellers, oh my!).

Once the cuts were cleaned, Mia disinfected and closed them with butterfly bandages, wrapped each digit carefully and finally said, “Don’t hit anything and keep your hand elevated today.”

But you don’t think I need to go to the hospital to get stitches? What if it gets infected? What about the pain? It already hurts like crazy, maybe we should pack up and get the hell out of here, maybe/

Don’t panic, there’s no need to go to the hospital, I’ve closed the cuts and you’re not gonna get them infected unless you do something stupid.”

I’m not fucking panicking!” he shouted through his panic, “But what if, what if, what if, what if…?”

We eventually got him calm and were able to continue our explorations that day, though with considerable moaning from my ‘dying’ friend. I raise this story not ONLY to shame my buddy publicly -pussy!- but to suggest that we exaggerate our difficulties, including our pain, far beyond what is necessary.

If we all just had some perspective, that pain can be endured and that there are so many other people who experience real pain to a far greater degree than my friend, for example, and who do not bitch and moan but just buck it up and keep moving; if we could keep this perspective in mind more often, we would more easily accept the discomforts that do come our way and not allow them to stop us in our tracks.

Pain is a part of our condition and as such, it should not halt you in your tracks, for as I always say, and believe me, this one comes from vast personal experience, “Everything eventually passes, including pain…”


And, some words about the launch of our new website,!

I want tot hank everyone who have written in with praise, criticism, suggestions and encouragement over our hot new website. As I’ve said, we’ve made it as direct and simple to use as we can, and now it’s fully operable on your mobile devices, which is a very cool feature and I’m happy that people can access it.

And yes,, with its homepage of beautiful legs and asses that everybody seemed to love, is now gone, but my book in all its formats is available on the new site, so take a moment and look it over:


This week’s MiltnMia Show podcast:

Trust, Loyalty and Cheating: do our actions always have consequences?

Milt and Mia discuss the concepts of Trust and Loyalty and their timeless universal appeal for healthy relationships. Milt suggests that Trust and Loyalty are not being taught anywhere, and Mia says, “That’s what we’re doing, helping people wake up, but most people need to make mistakes in order to learn. We don’t all awaken together, but the truth is, we pay for everything we do and nobody escapes true Justice.”!-milt-n/id796661531

If you don’t have an ITunes player, you can hear it directly on TuneIN:


Our booklet, The Get Over Yourself! Handbook on Cheating and Betrayal, now available in paperback, Kindle and all e-book formats, is also on the site and the reception continues to be wonderful; here’s the link at Booklocker:

For those that prefer Amazon, here’s the link:


Alright, next week we’ll move forward and leave the desert behind, summer is now here and with it, the heat, so we’re gonna look for a cool spot in the shade while the barbecue does eggplant, pineapple and ribs, oh and the Giants are the first MLB team to reach 40 wins, so Life, my friends and readers, is good!

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