Friday, February 28, 2014
She strolled into the room sporting a significant lateral lisp and a pronounced southern drawl. She was wearing a Piggly Wiggly sweatshirt, carrying a Big Mack in one hand, a 20 oz. Mountain Dew in the other. She plopped herself into a chair next to an old man, put her burger and drink in the chair across from where she was sitting and spoke; "is momma 'n 'em comin'?" The words slid casually off the side of her tongue with the sound of escaping air like steam from a leaky radiator. Wriggling out of her sweatshirt, a pair of un-tethered breasts draped like over ripe eggplants on each side of a sumptuous belly sheathed in a yellowed Daffy Duck tee shirt. The old man, through the heavy nasal accent of one with a cleft lip, answered "n'ey said n'ey'd me here nu-recly." She picked the burger up, took a bite and washed it down with a gulp of Mountain Dew.
On the other side of the room a well groomed gentleman sits with his family. His grey hair yellowed and greasy is plastered to his head. He's been sitting by his wife's bed for several days waiting for her to get well enough for surgery. His daughter and son in law keep him occupied. While they wait, several family friends gather about. He speaks with a north western accent, maybe from Wisconsin or somewhere like that. He tends to lean on his "o's." He says "hoose" when he talks about his house. There's a small couch across from him where the daughter is draped, her head on one armrest, her legs hanging from the knee across the other. They talk among themselves in hushed tones with an anxiety that is almost electric filling the pauses. "They tell us you can get along fine with a large section of your colon gone" he explains. The daughter, who is either drugged, is in pain or is dealing with who knows what problems of her own speaks in slurred tones. She's lost fifty pounds since she went off the prescription she was taking. Her eyes are red and weepy. They console one another in strings of those churchy cliches; "bless her heart, she's really been through it." "We're all prayin' hard for her you know." "If it's the Lord's will she's gonna be just fine."
In the center of the room, sitting by himself at the end of a long row of empty chairs, an elderly man who doesn't really seem to know quite what's going on, has appointed himself as the waiting room telephone operator. Each time the phone rings he picks up and begins the conversation; "uh, no I'm with the Donovan family... what was that name again? Smuthers?... is there a Smothers...no, wait... Smithers...is the Smithers family here?" He is obviously confused and deeply worried for his wife who has been in surgery for quite some time. They've been together for fifty-seven years. He would be lost without her. No one talks to him, no one sits with him he is there all alone and part of his body is in another room, barely holding onto life.
And there I sit, my back against the wall, watching and waiting. I too am alone. The love of my life is laying naked on a stainless steel operating table surrounded by men and women with needles, scalpels, tubes, wires, drills and metal pins trying to put a bone back together that was shattered by a careless driver. I try to occupy myself by musing over the other people in the room. I don't really want to think about what's going on in that operating room. I don't want to play the scenarios of what if this or what if that. I just want her back all in one piece; warm blooded, heart pumping, flesh and blood. I want that smiling, laughing, thinking, loving, feisty, woman to get in the car with me and go home. She's been in there a long time.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Well, it's never simple is it? It was determined yesterday that there was indeed a broken bone in my wife Becky's wrist, a fractured radius, which, if you happened to have read my blog yesterday, occurred when she was struck by a car in the parking lot of Wendy's. We went to the orthopedic doctor today and were told that the bone was actually broken in at least 3 places and would need pins. So, off to surgery we go tomorrow. Luckily, the woman who hit her has good insurance (I trust) I can see the bills mounting already.
I was supposed to take my handbell choir to handbell festival tomorrow but I will be at the hospital all day with Becky and she is one of my ringers! It looks like I will not be there for the Friday session. I will have to get someone else to haul the bells and tables over and set up for me. Bummer! Oh well, it's never simple is it?
Becky was a bit down in the dumps following the doctors visit so I had to take her by the donut shop for a treat. We'll get back on track after surgery. Shall I say it again? It's never simple is it?
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
The day started out like most any other day except for the fact that I am in the middle of a head cold. Even so, I got up this morning, did my cardio workout and then left here to do a job for a friend. I had agreed to fabricate and install a rough timber mantle piece on one of their fireplaces. Mind you, this fireplace is out on the back porch and it was 36 degrees outside and I have a head cold! The job of course took longer than I had figured. The mantle piece was already fabricated, it just needed to be installed. Needless to say, It took me 3 1/2 hours to do something I had planned to take only an hour and a half at the most. I left her house and decided that the wife and I would drive by Wendy's and get a bowl of chili and split a baked potato. Here's the most interesting part. You know how you have to walk through the drive through line of traffic to get out of a Wendy's? As soon as we stepped off the sidewalk the lady in the SUV to our left decided to back up and rather rapidly I might add. She hit my wife and knocked her to the pavement. Later, at the emergency room after the xrays wer in, we discovered she had a broken bone in her wrist. Thank God it wasn't a leg or a hip. They splinted it and told us that we would have to come back tomorrow to see the orthopedic doctor. There is a possibility of surgery - we hope not.
I called my people at the church and got someone to take over choir rehearsal and orchestra rehearsal for me this evening. We came home and are planning to go to bed early tonight. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better or should I say, less interesting day.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
This is yet another busy weekend. I had a two hour rehearsal last night, (this is for a festival choir I am singing with outside my regular church work) I am getting ready to leave for another two hour rehearsal this morning the concert is tomorrow at 4:00 and the call is at 2:30. Oh yes I forgot to mention that I still have a choir and orchestra of my own to warm up tomorrow morning starting at 7:45 and then worship to lead at 8:15. I'm not complaining, just putting it out there that it is going to be another busy weekend.
I am being successful though with my dietary intake, exercise and weight loss. I was down another half pound this morning. I have been in one of those spurts of weight loss for the last few days. All good.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I am having success. The pounds are dropping off, slowly but surely at the rate of about a half pound every two or three days. Iíve not been hungry nor have I really craved anything. The one issue I am having, though, is getting enough iron in my diet. Everything else is pretty much right on target according to my nutrition tracker. It is most likely due to the fact that I havenít really eaten much or any red meat in the last three or four weeks. I have been eating plenty of Iron rich vegetables but as you know the iron you get from vegetable produce is not as readily absorbed into the blood. I think I owe myself a good steak dinner. HmmÖ can I have the baked potato with that?
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