I don’t get decent sleep anymore, and today we have two (!) doctors’ appointments instead of just one! And another one tomorrow. And then a whole bunch of stuff on Monday, leading up to abdominal surgery before the sun comes up on Tuesday.
It’s getting me down.
Well, blog coverage is gonna be pretty spotty for a while. I’ll try to keep it going. It’s one of the few things I can still enjoy.
Let’s see if I can find a hymn to post.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
This post mushroomed into a debate with an atheist. I engaged in it against my better judgment… or so I thought. I am sure God does not want us to curl up and say nothing when an atheist speaks.
So much of what we hear about “Science” etc. is just so much jaw-flapping. Nevertheless, because we don’t know who else may be listening, or reading, we have a duty to stand up for God’s Word and Our Lord Jesus Christ. We do the best we can.
“Green” and “green-ness”… that’s what Easter’s all about?
An “Easter Message” from the presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church, 2012… minus Jesus Christ. Looks like the bishop’s Easter train left without Him.
Most of the, um, “message” is about the United Nations Millenium Development Goals. No one talks about those anymore.
Anyway, this is the oldest Easter post on my blog. We can’t take our sacred holidays for granted, people. You can see what happens when we do: that bishop just showed us.
I woke up in the middle of the night, last night, to find my catheter had sprung a leak and drenched my bed. That called for another trip to the hospital, circa 4 a.m. So I was in the freakin’ ambulance again.
Can’t seem to stay away, can I?
Well, they couldn’t find a leak. They reckoned I must’ve made an error with the valve… or something. I empty the damned thing every night just before I go to bed. They changed it anyway. My new catheter has a tube a foot shorter than the other one’s! *Sigh*
Oh, but let me tell you about the miracle. My wife couldn’t see or feel any puddles or even damp spots on the bed. I believe I was the victim of a very realistic bad dream. I couldn’t find anything wrong with the bed, either.
Some readers have wondered why I crank out four blog posts in the morning and then bag it till the next day.
Well, that’s an easy one. By noon I’m out of gas. Finished. Being this sick is hard work, it uses up your energy fast. I can’t write a Newswithviews column, can’t return to work on my current novel. Blog posts I can do because they’re short.
So let me go ahead and finish up this Saturday morning so I can rest in the afternoon. I think Byron the Quokka might have some TV listings for us.
Wake up in the morning–and first thing, medical procedures: difficult, time-consuming, I hope they’re doing some good.
Immediately after breakfast, the visiting nurse dropped in for almost an hour.
And suddenly it’s 11:00.
(Work harder, Lee. Work harder!)
And Patty’s just about running on empty after the past two months; so please, everybody, pray for her. We both need your prayers.
I felt kind of like a frog trying to jump out of a deep bucket. But at least the doctor was happy: rectal cancer gone, kaput, sayonara, finished.
He’d still like to operate on the colon cancer–say six weeks from now. I have never had abdominal surgery. I wonder how long I’ll be stuck in the hospital.
Anyhow, it’s supposed to be good news, my wife thinks so, my sister thinks so, and any opinion I might have would be based on ignorance and fear. That works for foreign policy, but isn’t so great for everyday life.
While this bearded dragon tries to sort out his relationship with his reflection, I have to get ready for a lengthy doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’ve lost track of the reason for it… subject, as I am, to the fear they’ll put me back in the hospital. Or maybe just do something really painful.
Anyway, I won’t have time to do much blogging tomorrow; so I’m asking you, the readers, what you’d most like to see.
*Resume the epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
*What Child Is This?
*Gloria (Michael W. Smith)
*Son of God (Michael W. Smith)
*Any old nooze item
I won’t have time to do them all, so I’ll be watching the vote closely.
I couldn’t tell you how many lizards have fallen asleep in my hands, or on my lap; but I can tell you that I wish that I was one of them. I had a very bad night, last night.
Tomorrow it’s another doctor visit, which I’ve come to dread. What’ll it be this time? At least when you’re already in the blinkin’ hospital, they can’t threaten to pack you off to it. But man, oh, man! The whole month of November, plus half of December–no, precious, we don’t want to go back!
So today we mean to rest, Patty and me. Hurry up and rest! We need it, and after all, isn’t that what Sunday is for?
Well, I’ve fallen twice, so far. I’m not injured, but I hope there isn’t any more of it.
But I did finally get that cigar that I was pining for, Patty is feeding me like a king, and it was so good to sit for an hour in the sun. Our neighbor Josh–this man is a godsend to us–helped me out of the chair and back indoors. It must have done me some good: I have way fewer typos than I had this morning.
I’m having trouble with “chemo brain,” though. I can’t seem to post any images–I’m sure I’ve forgotten an important step that i’ve done thousands of times. *Sigh*
I’ll have a “Joe Collidge” for you tomorrow, God willing.