posted for a month; must be time to say something. In my head, commentary keeps running, accompanied by pics, film even. As someone asked me recently, "Do you mean you hear voices?" Well, yes. But fear not; I'm not completely bonkers, just a little tilted. The voices I hear seem to be the memories of conversations, the realization of things not said, and the scenes in which things happened or didn't.
So about three weeks ago, I had the gall bladder removed as determined by ER physician and a surgeon should happen. My regular doc sided with them and so 'twas done. Overall, it ain't a difficult thing, not that we would volunteer to be cut for amusement. But since it had to be done, it was all-in-all OK.
I can personally recommend Parkwest hospital and its staff. Everyone was professional, but friendly, good-natured and kind. It was quite comforting to know that everyone was interested in my well-being. If they weren't really interested, at least I felt as if they were and I was treated well.
Since surgery, I've been recovering nicely, although I ain't running races. (Side bar: it's like the old joke, "Doc, will he be able to play the piano after this surgery?" "Well, yes, he shouldn't have any difficulty." "That's funny; he couldn't play at all before.") I didn't run races before the surgery, and not planning to now. But I'm feeling quite well, except for soreness and not being able to move quickly for several days.
On other subjects: My tenure in the second job for my employer will be ending soon. Selection for permanent replacement has been made and that person should be in place in couple of weeks. I'll hang around to help (if I can). It's rewarding to have gotten to this place and I really hope the folks in this part of our organization will go on with the fine leadership we anticipate. AND I can go back to having one job.
Funny, I've worked more than one job before, both for this employer once before when it was requested, and for separate employers if I needed the money. BUT I ain't as young as I used to be and would like to move slowly to a soft landing at the end of next year.
Refrigerator died last week, resulting in purchase of new refrigerator. Old one was the one we bought when we purchased the house 19 years ago. Yes, the house I just refinanced. Guess 19 years is long enough for one refrigerator. New one is another plain white box that's cold inside. Not that I don't like bright and pretty new stuff, but I didn't need fancy so I tried to minimize the expense.
Then the princess (i.e., Chihuahua Penny) had her annual check up week before my surgery, had her teeth cleaned last week and then ended up at pet emergency clinic last night. We don't know for sure what was happening, but it sure looked like a seizure. By the time the doc saw her she had recovered from the event and seemed ok. Now it's back to our regular vet for follow up.
Seems epilepsy is not uncommon in dogs; so that could be it. After three recent trips to a clinic, she seems to have lost some of her youthful elan. Guess that's what happens when you've been sufficiently scared. I was just thinking last week how glad I am that my roomies are healthy. Well, she could still be okay; we'll just wait and see.
I can tell you if you have money you'd like to spend, get an animal companion. They can use up a lot of green stuff. They can't help it; and I assumed responsibility when I decided to live with them. There is another small pain in my gut, though, when I have a sick doggie and a reduced bank account.
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