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October 25, 2014

An Old Lockridge

Dozing as the light makes
grey moving dots
on the screen door,
dozing as the doorbell rings
and wakes me
back to the humanity
of an old Lockridge novel
while I slowly let go
of the last three days.

Only now do my old aches
and pains wake
creaking their way past
the new pains
of dismemberment
of disarticulation
of disintegration
used to create
the new.

The train out of Skagway.

  • Himself:  He says he is feeling better.  Now at the museum, later Costco.
  • Herself:  Making a poem and a list.  Dinner will be Costco of some sort.
  • Reading:  An early Lockridge.
  • Balance:  A feeling of waiting.

  • October 24, 2014

    Football Handed Me

    Steam engine on it’ side.  Alaska.`

    (I apologize for the lack of capitols.  One handed typing is not my forte.  This is written so I will remember.  I apologize if my surgery synopsis bothers anyone.)

    We were there on time.  The prep lasted 2 hours.  G stayed for a while but was hungry and wanted coffee.  I was cranky without mine - come to think of it.  He left and they walked me in…a first.  The anesthesiologist was a little younger than me and carefully discussed my anesthesia problems with me.  Same stuff as last time was ok with me. 

    I woke to Jell-O and chocolate pudding which stayed down nicely.  2 hrs in the recovery room.  Home with G to climb my stairs which didn’t work well at all.  I was reduced to groaning nausea which gratefully went away before lunch and a nap and dinner and toss and turn all night with lots of tylanol to aleve my soul.

    A coughing G brought me breakfast  Enough was enough after the days of ear ache, vomiting, and now upper respiratory something.  I made him go to the doc’s who didn’t know what he had either.

    Nap, type this, and read.  What more could a well bandaged old lady want.  Tonight we will watch the prerecorded finale of Project Runway. 

  • Himself:  Got pills and instructions from the doc.  At work almost all day.  Feeling better this afternoon.
  • Herself:  Pretty good if I don’t move my football of a bandage.
  • Reading: sister Fidelia historical mysteries .  I’m enjoying this one, and the OR nurse was delighted to find a new-to-her volume.
  • Balance:  Pretty darned good now that himself is better.

  • October 22, 2014

    Tomorrow and Tomorrow

    Tea with honey please
    I smile as you pour
    from the round table
    by the long windows

    you smile back as
    I wait, watching the world
    wake, the rising sun
    turn the sky to blue

    The fogs move back
    out to sea while I sit
    waiting on the

  • Himself:  Feeling better now.  Ate dinner, had ice cream, but he still sounds pathetic.  Three NCIS’s now.  That’ll perk him up even further.

  • Herself:  I feel fine.  Done all the pre-op for the second time now.  (Leave partial, leave jewelry, take these meds, go to second floor.)  One new question: “ Have you traveled in the last two weeks.”  “No I hadn’t,” I could answer.  Now I have a pile of papers and reminder notes to take with me.  Another new one was to shower with antibacterial soap.

  • Reading:  An old short story book of Anne McCaffrey’s.  It was just sitting there when I headed out for PT at seven.  Now finishing a Sister somebody from 750 ad.  A little dry.

  • Balance:  Feeling in a holding pattern until eight tomorrow.  Grateful I get to go to work today.