Saturday, May 16, 2009

I've Been Waiting A Long Time, For This Moment To Come

It looks like I am on final approach to getting my life back on the track.

This coming Tuesday I go in to have a cardiac stress test and have a portal placed in my carotid artery in which they are going to place a filter to stop blood clots from traveling around in my body. Then Wednesday, I go in for surgery. They say I will be in for around 4 days, with a recovery of 4 to 6 weeks.

Strangely enough, although I don't particularly care for hospitals or surgery, I am not dreading going in. I look at this as a first step on the road back to my normal self. So wish me luck.

I was contemplating how much time I have spent waiting in my life. I guess that's why I have the patience that I have. Back in my Police days I would spend hours watching things, places or people and never get bored. I became a people watcher. The good wife has said that I look at people like I would monkeys in the zoo, and I can't argue the point with her. It has always been fascinating to me to watch the world go by, always changing, always interesting.

On other subjects, I have almost finished taking care of a bunch of "loose ends" I wanted to get done before the hospital trip. I finished a reproduction sailor's hammock and sent it down to a gentleman in Texas, sent off some packages, did some adjustments on various projects, got other stuff ready to take in with me to work on while I am laid up. So all in all, I figure other than one or two other small things I am good to go.

A small scale war has broken out at Casa Williams. The good wife has been taking voice lessons and has been doing various exercises to strengthen her voice. I personally don't think it needs to be any stronger since it sounds fine to me, so in self defense I bought a jaw harp (sometimes called a Jew's harp) and have been learning to play the all time classics "ol zip coon" and "possum up de sweetgun tree" It makes for a highly musical homestead. -grin-


Brigid said...

I'm glad you are keeping your spirits up, and that of your bride.

Michael W. said...

Well, I gotta do SOMETHING to keep the pot bubbling. -grin-