We have this new toaster/bagel-warming thing in our kitchen. It has 2 control knobs and various settings on it and I will be the 1st to admit it confuses the heck out of me. I have tried every possible approach and at best I end up with some sort of warm white bread. Is it just me or are there way too many settings these days.
Have you seen the commercial where the CEO of Sprint has a folksy chat with the consumer? He rambles on about all the features cell phones now have and it almost seems odd that we still refer to them as phones. Ok then, all I really do want my phone to do is to make and receive calls. Based on the sheer number of pictures I have of the inside of my pants pocket, I am aware that my phone can also take pictures… all I need now is to figure out how to turn that feature off. I just need a phone nothing else is required.
About 2 months ago I was pretty sure that whatever I had for lunch was not agreeing with me in the least. It was a feeling that was actually not all that foreign to me over the summer. Later I became aware that this was something that Tums wasn’t going to solve this time and I should ask for a bit of help from my friends. After my wife and I did an Internet search on appendix, it was time to call the folks with the sirens and cool lights.
Everyone agreed that it was a great call on our part and that indeed the appendix needed to go. I was pretty happy we called it right, it almost made the pain bearable. Ok then one more test to confirm, a CAT scan would just determine how bad the culprit appendix were.
There is a look that when you see it says you might consider worrying a lot. The ER doc had that look when he came back in to review the CAT scan results with us. Hey the good news was that the appendix were coming out, the downside was that they were coming out since the surgeon would be in the “hood” anyways. He would be there to remove a piece of me that had stopped working.
I quit smoking on the 15th of August; while I was in a hospital listening to a doctor explain that I would die if I didn’t have surgery now. I decided if I didn’t die, smoking would be an insult and an affront to the folks trying to save my life and to the beautiful woman who held my hand through the entire drama. Well while she wasn’t taking control and putting on her Super Woman cape. She would need it.
One surgery led to a leak that required another surgery that leads to a lung full of fluid. She would endure someone she knew running a fever and so full of drugs that he became angry and hard to deal with. Delusional would be a kind way of saying it. I remember none of this; apparently between the fever and drugs the mind can shut out a ton of stuff.
It seemed like my life would never be the same and in many ways it hasn’t been. Everything tastes odd and different and the simplest of things makes me feel something. I have lost some feeling in parts of my legs, though I understand that will return. I have way more friends then I thought and a Brother who stepped up to the plate. A thanks doesn’t cover the gratitude I feel towards these folks.
So now I get to write again and there are no words to describe how good that really does feel.
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