Yesterday’s adventure was going to the surgeon. As a change of pace the trip there went smoothly. I had no long waits for the train or bus and both had clear sailing. That meant I arrived at the office early. There are two possible directions the nurse can come from to get me; they are at opposite ends of the large waiting room. Instead of guessing the receptionist told which in to wait at, the opposite one I was going to guess. He was wrong, the nurse came from the direction that I guessed she would. Does that count as a win or a loss?
My surgeon does not fit the surgical stereotype, he’s lighthearted and funny. When he walked into the room he said, “Are you alive?” That’s the joke I make on Facebook. After visits I write that in the doctor’s professional opinion I’m alive. I like, liking my surgeon. I like the resident that shadows him too. Before surgery I had to promise to not spoil Avengers: Endgame. She saw it this weekend so now I could.
Now only am I alive but he’s happy with my progress. All the little pains and discomforts are to be expected as he was inside me slicing and dicing for four hours. It takes time to heal from that. The little lump where my biggest hernia was is nothing to worry about. Some fluid has filled the void left by my intestines no longer being where they don’t belong. He described my abdominal wall before the surgery as “Swiss cheese.” He fixed that. I’m no longer a holey man.
On the way home I rewarded myself with a milk shake from Checkers. I wish there were good ice cream places near me. If anyone wants to open an ice cream store this territory is wide open.
When I got home what did I do? Fell asleep. That’s always a good bet as to what I’m doing. The doctor says that’s expected so I’m not worried. I can’t remember ever feeling this way after surgery, there is less pain and more fatigue than I’ve ever had. This might be because of the sleeping and breathing issues I’ve had before the surgery. Last night was my best night’s sleep since surgery. I didn’t sleep through the night but I awoke less often and for a shorter spell when I did.
I have contacted the Elizabeth Warren campaign to volunteer. As soon as I feel up to it I will. I’ll support whoever the Democrats nominate and would be happy with most of the choices but Warren has the most substance. I’m glad to see that she’s starting to gather support among my friends. If she doesn’t win the nomination I’ll volunteer for whoever does.
My body and mind are having a disagreement. My mind wants to go out, my body doesn’t even want to get up from my chair. Though I’ve been listening to my body closely I will push it just a bit. I should do some shopping. I’m going to a wedding on Saturday and don’t have suit or even a jacket. I also don’t have money but that’s why the Salvation Army and Goodwill exist. I got an amazing camel hair coat from the Salvation army for $20. Let’s see if I can get an acceptable suit. If not I’ll wear a nice shirt and tie. Anybody who would judge me by that is not a person whose judgement I care about.
In a similar vein I found a way to make my Facebook feed less frustrating. I blocked the worst offender in my baseball groups. He’s not rude or racist or anything like that. He’s totally irrational. All his posts are ridiculous opinions that he sees no reason to back by facts. He even says he doesn’t care what the stats say. Instead of arguing with him or ignoring him, both of which take their toll, I blocked him so I don’t see his idiocy. People like him are how Trump got elected. What? What does this have to do with politics? Simple, he judges truth by how it makes him feel. That is how people can support Trump even though he lies all the time. They like the way he makes them feel.
Wise Madness 