QUICK UPDATE

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 ...

Bleeding To Deatrh

sorry, no video this morning!

I had just written Thursday's post and was thinking now on a video for today ... but ...

Now my leg had been swelling slowly since the surgery and Thursday was my appointment with the surgeon and i planned to ask hi8m about it ... but ...

Wednesday night i move3d slightly on my bed and the stitches all let go!

Like an exploding water-ballon, the leg deflated, blood was everywhere!

By the time my youngest daughter could reach me, I had already lost 5 pints!

And Kris just hates needles!  Five hours later , too many needles, and what is left of me is taken back home.

A huge set back in my healing plans, healing now pushed back by six weeks - so no shows for me it seems.  :(

Lessons learned:
blood can exit quite quickly
towels make bad tournequets
unbelievable exhaustion
unbearably cold
new bed now needed

sigh

Smitty

Two mont5hs ago, Swede fell ill and I rather quickly figured out that he was my lone person I would be able to rely on  and with him consumed by the plague, I needed another resource.

Then I stumbled upon my nephew complaining how bored he was, now that the holidays were over and with it his job.     Bored, really?  So he is now caring for me!

His name is Paul but he likes to be called Smitty.  He has a very good heart and knows his Bible - and has the wildest imagination of anyone I have ever met!  I fully expect him to be writing youth sci-fi in the not so distant future!

So he is doing everything for me since i am a basket case for few more weeks.   And i have decided to hire him to help me with doing antique shows.  Well as long as i can keep my mother away from him!

today we are sorting for the show in four weeks.
:)

One Week Review

I had my first review by the amputee specialist.
Aways fun having your stump man-handled!  eEEPAH!
He was impressed by my hives, all over my body!
But, the "residual" leg looks good.
Healing nicely.

Then my insurance company called and wanted a run down.
They were rather unhappy that the hospital discharged me covered in hives and unable to sit up ... yeah, something in my back or diaphragm is damaged.
So, I geuss that was the last sraw, as far as Blue Cross is concerned.
Fransican now gets a down grade?

Last time the CDC came down on them like a ton of bricks
Now the insurance company
I think I am going to get an "avoid this patient", if such a thing exists!
Sigh ...

Math or Art?

Do you have a friend whom one day just appeared and - BLAM!!!!!, they were there and you were instant friends?  I do, his name is Kim and many a long antique show hour has been passed in laughter with him and his brother Rick!  Well, for me at least.
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Before surgery, he sent a copy of a book his daughter had given him - The Art of Being You.  It looks at life from the standpoint of God being an artist, in His creation of the finalized you.

It was an interesting idea: God's goal a finished me, a work of art ....... hmmmmm!

Of course it revolves around math: rules and regulations which impede works of art .....
Everything is goal oriented - you either achieve or fail.
Which is NOT how God works at all!
It is how this performance based culture works.
It is how paganism (the 'modern' church of our age) works.
It is how SATAN works - using our failures to beat us up.

and I get pounded regularly by those who believe God calls us to perfection ...

Written by Bob Kilpatrick ... and who is he?!?!?!?
You see I know the name, I know some of what was in the book, but not his son - so it had to have been a very long time ago! Ah the joys of amnesia!

Well, a keeper, thank you Kim!
And Lord willing I will be up walking and ready to laugh my way through the next show!

Quite The Week

It is always draining when you are facing  surgery; you do all you can do - but always in the end, your to do list is nowhere near the end - but your time is up! Even if days were 48 hours long, there still would be insufficient time.

You try to say good-bye to friends but the one with the gulf of things left unsaid is not open to communication, so you wish them well and know that shallow, insubstantial words is all there ever will be until God does what He does best and changes hearts.

And you wish you would rather not come to, than to live a shallow vacuous life.  But you know God is not done with you yet - so you will be cursed with life ...

And, all things remain the same.
Almost ...

So physically, a grueling time. pain is not one of my desires in life.
But, I think I am doing well and way ahead of the curve.

And hives!  I have no idea what they hit me with but at one week, almost, I am still covered in them!

On the good news side - my mind is clear!
Which is to say I can finally think!  The fog is gone!
And so far - so is the stutter.
Yesterday I found that my German and French had returned ...
But other than my one memory from before 10/17/2015, I still have only that past, to remember from.

So, your prayers are sought and desired.
Thank you.

Musical Saturday Morning

An old friend on my mind and though I hated the 1970's, a few songs remind me of better times in my life ...  This song was popular at a time when I was contemplating my future, friends and life in general.  But it was not for another 8 years before I began to get my life back together.  So much for brain power with insufficient information ...