December 14th, 2010


The Day After

Feeling under my arm this morning, I found a hard little button of metal. I thought, My goodness, what part of the dressing would that be? Turns out it was a sticky pad from the heart monitor they forgot to remove when they were unhooking me from stuff yesterday.

Had a short night. Surgery messes up your body's whole rhythm, and I couldn't get to sleep till way late. Then I got up way early, because of the discomfort -- not in my shoulder, but in my rear end, from sitting in a sleeping position on the sofa.

I go in for my post-op checkup in an hour. The big dressing comes off, and I should have just a couple of band-aids to wear. And then I make a start on the rehab stuff. The rest of the day is for resting up and trying to get all the fog out of my head.

Many thanks to Deanne for all her attentive care yesterday. You're the best, Sweetheart.
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A case of the druthers

I must confess that I've always had a secret ambition to teach a Bible as Literature course in High School. I don't know when I'd have the time to do this, and I certainly don't know what school corporation would let me offer it*, but it's always been on my wish list. Oh, well. I'm afraid this one'll have to remain unfulfilled.

*I'd have to have an amazing school board and school administration not to get distracted by all the usual fears of the Bible, and clergy, and religion and so on. And to be completely fair, not many clergy could probably teach the Bible as straight-up Literature, nor do many English teachers have the background to actually teach the Bible as an academic subject. I could do both, though. It'd be cool.