Still alive, Lord knows why.
Struggling with the myriad of problems thgis surgery has brought up.
Memory restoration has been limited to just my first two languages I could read and write.
As with last time, my facial hair has gone wild with the reaction to the surgery - about half an inch a week! And I, from wHom such waS UNKOWN for the first 60 years of life have a problem adjusting to anyng on my face!
On Saturday, I got my nephew to take me to evening services. it was a hoot.
I realize that I look like death warned over, hence why I came on Saturday evening.
And many nurses work the hospital i was at on Wednesday.
So stories already abound over that bloodbath!
I visited with three of the nurses, even let one hug me.
Touched was the last thing I wanted, but maybe needed .....
One of the old times came up and complained that I had hogged all of the doctors when I was there and his foot hurt! Yeah, well, that is Bill ....
And there was this odd lattice structure in the sanctuary ... then at the beginning of service they explained this was now our wailing wall - write out your need and puy in the grid. No one will look, no one will pray, just between you and God ...
And I am thinking to myself - yup, my church has finally gone over the edge into pagan christianity! I wo9nder which magazine they read that bright idea in .....
sigh ...
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