Good morning, Sven. We have the pitter patter of little feets here this morning as we are cat sitting my niece’s three cats for a week. It is interesting.
Watching some of the streaming video coming out of Boston from the Free Speech Rally. Interesting, but then again, not very. Lot of anger and from my perspective, for no good reason.
My brother told me that to compare the Nazi’s and Communists was “disgusting and disgraceful” and that he’d pray for me. This from someone who hasn’t attended church since the 70’s and loves the ideas in John Lennon’s “Imagine”.
I’m baaaack! And so is my back. Everything went exceedingly well, and I have the utmost respect for the professionalism and care at the VA hospital in Baltimore. Another bonus – I didn’t get murdered on my way to and from the hospital.
I arrived at 6:30 am on the 14th of July, and they ushered me immediately into the pre-op center. Each team came in and introduced themselves. First, the nurses who would be assisting in the surgery and then in the care afterward. Next came the two surgeons who would be doing the operating and last anesthesiologists. That is where the only problem surfaced. I informed them that I had aortic stenosis. They looked at each other and grabbed their stethoscopes and had a listen. The lead anesthesiologist was not happy he was not informed. He went off to call my cardiac doctor in DC to review my echocardiograms. He then had a barely whispered conversation with the surgeon. Surgery cannot proceed without the permission of an anesthesiologist. They decided that they needed to monitor my blood pressure in real-time (they needed to keep it above standard). So what did I get for my effort? A giant probe stuck in my neck for the monitor!
Finally, everyone was happy, and they wheeled me off to the surgical theatre. They stuck a needle in my left wrist and two more in my right hand. I had a chance to look at the operating table which had a large triangular cushion and more pillows for my head and chest. Honestly, I didn’t like the look.
That’s the last thing I remember. I awoke to Jeff shaking me and telling me to wake up – so just another morning. I was in the recovery room.
More to follow.
I sent Jeff home because nothing is more exhausting than having to answer questions about how you are when you don’t even know where you are. Next thing I remember was waking up in my room with a nurse wanting to know what I wanted for dinner, was I in pain, what was my pain level according to the chart, did I want to go to the bathroom, was I comfortable and did I need anything? Oh, and here take these pills. I did. I shouldn’t have.
Dinner arrived, and I picked around, not hungry. Then I threw up. Why? Oxycodone. I don’t do well with painkillers. I wasn’t in pain yet they so wanted me to be pain-free. Saturday morning I was a little hungry, so I ordered breakfast from the menu. They brought another Oxycodone; I took it to be nice. I shouldn’t have. I threw up.
I only had severe pain when I went from lying down to sitting or back to lying down. It was a momentary pain, not consistent pain. Otherwise, the pain was more of the stinging variety. I finally got smart and refused all pain medications.
Later in the morning; the physical therapists arrived loaded with hospital SWAG. I got a brand new walker, a grabber to help put on socks and pick up stuff from the floor, a raised toilet seat, a long shoehorn, and a back scrubber. Almost made the operation worthwhile. By Saturday evening I was up and about (slowly).
There seems to be many statues of John Brown -- of Harpers Ferry fame -- spread throughout the country. Convicted of treason against the U.S. government and executed, there’s no reason to commemorate him.
The Vietnam war was incredibly divisive and according to some, racist. Once we get rid of all the Confederate statues, then we should remove that wall thing in D.C..
Talking to some of the lefties at work, I think they are really bummed that there’s very few Confederate memorials in California that they can tear down -- they feel left out.
One of them was telling me how THE PEOPLE want them taken down and that this is a democracy with majority rule and all that. When I pointed out the recent poll from the very right-leaning NPR that showed 60% of Americans want them to remain, he changed the subject.
If it were me and I was offended by a statue of Robert E. Lee in my town, I’d just spit on it every time I walked by or flip it the bird. I do that now when I come across pictures of Obama.
That just sounds like a dangerous amount of freedom. How can a responsible ruler give the unwashed and unindoctrinated all that freedom. Maybe after the camps have weeded out the haters?
Cats: is there nothing they can’t can’t do?
Happy Saturday, GN!
Good morning, Sven. We have the pitter patter of little feets here this morning as we are cat sitting my niece’s three cats for a week. It is interesting.
I hope they are good cats, Paddy.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven, and Mac!
Three cats, Mac? That would be interesting! I hope they mostly stay out of trouble (everyone knows cats can’t stay completely out of trouble).
Watching some of the streaming video coming out of Boston from the Free Speech Rally. Interesting, but then again, not very. Lot of anger and from my perspective, for no good reason.
Check this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhcs86W_NJg
The Left is quite rabid and humorless.
Go to the 30 minute mark, and watch the guy with the F**K Nazis and F**K AntiFa poster -- that’s my hero for the day:
There only argument is insults and “drown him out”. It’s amazing how he kept his cool in the midst of all that hostility.
And yet I keep hearing how it’s the Right that are the mean intolerant bigoted dangerous side.
My brother told me that to compare the Nazi’s and Communists was “disgusting and disgraceful” and that he’d pray for me. This from someone who hasn’t attended church since the 70’s and loves the ideas in John Lennon’s “Imagine”.
I’m baaaack! And so is my back. Everything went exceedingly well, and I have the utmost respect for the professionalism and care at the VA hospital in Baltimore. Another bonus – I didn’t get murdered on my way to and from the hospital.
I arrived at 6:30 am on the 14th of July, and they ushered me immediately into the pre-op center. Each team came in and introduced themselves. First, the nurses who would be assisting in the surgery and then in the care afterward. Next came the two surgeons who would be doing the operating and last anesthesiologists. That is where the only problem surfaced. I informed them that I had aortic stenosis. They looked at each other and grabbed their stethoscopes and had a listen. The lead anesthesiologist was not happy he was not informed. He went off to call my cardiac doctor in DC to review my echocardiograms. He then had a barely whispered conversation with the surgeon. Surgery cannot proceed without the permission of an anesthesiologist. They decided that they needed to monitor my blood pressure in real-time (they needed to keep it above standard). So what did I get for my effort? A giant probe stuck in my neck for the monitor!
Finally, everyone was happy, and they wheeled me off to the surgical theatre. They stuck a needle in my left wrist and two more in my right hand. I had a chance to look at the operating table which had a large triangular cushion and more pillows for my head and chest. Honestly, I didn’t like the look.
That’s the last thing I remember. I awoke to Jeff shaking me and telling me to wake up – so just another morning. I was in the recovery room.
More to follow.
Jerry!!!!11!!!eleventy!!
I’m glad you’re back and that everything went well! Give Jeff a hug for me for putting up with all your antics.
Wonderful news, Jerry. I have been wondering how you were. I am so glad to see this. Do be careful.
Great!
I sent Jeff home because nothing is more exhausting than having to answer questions about how you are when you don’t even know where you are. Next thing I remember was waking up in my room with a nurse wanting to know what I wanted for dinner, was I in pain, what was my pain level according to the chart, did I want to go to the bathroom, was I comfortable and did I need anything? Oh, and here take these pills. I did. I shouldn’t have.
Dinner arrived, and I picked around, not hungry. Then I threw up. Why? Oxycodone. I don’t do well with painkillers. I wasn’t in pain yet they so wanted me to be pain-free. Saturday morning I was a little hungry, so I ordered breakfast from the menu. They brought another Oxycodone; I took it to be nice. I shouldn’t have. I threw up.
I only had severe pain when I went from lying down to sitting or back to lying down. It was a momentary pain, not consistent pain. Otherwise, the pain was more of the stinging variety. I finally got smart and refused all pain medications.
Later in the morning; the physical therapists arrived loaded with hospital SWAG. I got a brand new walker, a grabber to help put on socks and pick up stuff from the floor, a raised toilet seat, a long shoehorn, and a back scrubber. Almost made the operation worthwhile. By Saturday evening I was up and about (slowly).
More to follow.
And that’s what happens when Jerry is nice.
I think I’d rather have the ‘bathroom sonata’.
Are you back at home, Jerry?
There seems to be many statues of John Brown -- of Harpers Ferry fame -- spread throughout the country. Convicted of treason against the U.S. government and executed, there’s no reason to commemorate him.
The Vietnam war was incredibly divisive and according to some, racist. Once we get rid of all the Confederate statues, then we should remove that wall thing in D.C..
Talking to some of the lefties at work, I think they are really bummed that there’s very few Confederate memorials in California that they can tear down -- they feel left out.
One of them was telling me how THE PEOPLE want them taken down and that this is a democracy with majority rule and all that. When I pointed out the recent poll from the very right-leaning NPR that showed 60% of Americans want them to remain, he changed the subject.
If it were me and I was offended by a statue of Robert E. Lee in my town, I’d just spit on it every time I walked by or flip it the bird. I do that now when I come across pictures of Obama.
You were confused. He meant the people that mattered because he agreed with them. The rest don’t get to vote in the Left’s new order.
That just sounds like a dangerous amount of freedom. How can a responsible ruler give the unwashed and unindoctrinated all that freedom. Maybe after the camps have weeded out the haters?
Let’s hope that HILLARY can power through and save us.