psychological
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I’ll order breakfast shortly. For the past several days, it’s been: Pre-packaged corn flakes. Skim milkTwo hard-boiled eggs. (NO, I don’t eat the yolks)Scrambled eggs with peppers and tomatoesSugar-free Jell-O (in case something gets caught)and unsweet tea. I ask for some Splenda to toss in the tea. ——– Not anything special, but it’s what I’ve… Read more
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I have some experience with different hospital types. This post is spurred by the conversation with the chaplain the other day — knowledge of God. v. the knowledge of man. He said the fruits of knowledge concerning God were good, but he didn’t acknowledge that the knowledge man acquires may not be from or of… Read more
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Three days, I guess. Today, I don’t have any visitiors, that I know of. Jason is safely back at the office. Little Sister is taking a self-care day. Mom is concentrating on other things. Good. Good. Good. I hate it when everyone has to drive an hour, chat about stuff for an hour, and then… Read more
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The countdown isn’t the day I leave, but the day of the second operation. There will be two or three days of monitoring after the operation – which I expect and actually hope happens. I want this to be a one-and-done thing. After packing and stretching the muscles with who knows what, I’d feel more… Read more
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I just finished a walk. The vac started to feel heavy and I was out for around half an hour. In case the Other stops by and we walk around, I wanted to take a break. I can also walk later, and if there are concerns that I’m moving too much, they could take away… Read more
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Okay… This isn’t an old post. Rather, this is something that occurred to me while Mom was visiting. Loosely… Back in the 20s, marriage’s purpose was survival, children, alliance. It was in that order. Men and women united for surivial because what else was there? A core, if not THE, pillar of society was marriage… Read more
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Last night was a little difficult. Well, difficult that I couldn’t get away with a lot. The tech Nick and nurse Busbo didn’t speak English well. They seemed competent, but they did everything strictly by the book. That meant that all bed alarms were on. When I declined the anti-blood clot belly stick, they gave… Read more
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Okay. It’s taken me about an hour, but I think that I can use the arm. I’m just settling down. It’s taken me about an hour and a half, shamefully, but I have to pull myself back together. I think I took a nap somewhere in there. Scotty came in and asked if I was… Read more
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While eight days from now isn’t my release, it’s the next step on this long and phone-shattering gravel road. I’ll probably be released three or four days after, pending fate. But I feel that the honeymoon between the staff and me has completely shifted. In a recent post, I created a type of list for… Read more
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Okay. Again, catching up on old post ideas. Just kind of cleaning out the backlog. The last real movie I watched before going into the hospital was the good but tragically under-advertised Coyote v. Acme. This was the movie I think I always wanted and didn’t realize I did. Growing up, my classmates and I… Read more
