We rise above the scarlet tide-
That trickles down through the mountain....
KN-
A break- Only 104, when I went out @ 5P-
Some Gary Puckett/Union Gap now- Summink light-
So-
Got waked, 7 bells- By my face being licked- Jingles!
Got pissed off- Then I thought, worse ways to be waked-
Some better, as well- Still-
Let's go, old man!
Milk, treats, milk bone, the usual- And out, for ablution- As the coffee bubbled-
Porch- Fed the birds, pre-heat- And Jingles, who ate well, and slurped water-
Inside- Trash, put clothes away- Clean A/C filters-
(And clean out the fridge, a bit- J's seafood bisque hadda travel- Not bad, but- Unusual- Not to be ordered again- And there was a ton of it-
Trash pick-up tomorrow- And you REALLY want something called seafood bisque in yr outdoor trash can for a wk, in hundred plus degree heat?
Uh huh)-
Suzie & Baby Karen came by- Fun ride, to and from hosp- Many laughs-
Miss Jackie-
Looking MUCH better- Fewer tubes, etc- Hair brushed, brighter-
She got cards, flowers- All appreciated-
Still with the white board writings- Mostly disposable- But acknowledged-
(And BK got J's kindle set up for email! I await the deluge, if she remembers how to do it)-
The PT guy came by- Early 30s- Bright, chatty- Metro white guy- The hair, and glasses-
Got J up and walking- I followed w/wheelchair, back-up- Not needed, thank God-
And resp guy- Saw him on Sun, round one of trach edu- Big young Oriental cat, man bun-
Had me do hands-on trach care- Did so at Baylor, but yrs ago-
I was a bit- Tentative, at first- But it comes back-
(Tried to tell man bun I'd done this stuff, several/many times at Mother Baylor-
Like talking to Jingles- Except I think Jingles listens, sometimes)-
And still, no brief on whether she comes home, post-hosp, or to a rehab- Chat up the docs, we're told- At least anudder wk, inpatient- Sigh-
I'm steeling for any outcome- As are my posse-
Time, and the pathology lab, will tell- Results, nxt wk-
Feckit! sez I- Back on life's horse!
And we said our au reviors, and headed out-
So- A good visit- With provisos-
PT & resp guy- MUCH better at talking, than- LISTENING!
My complaint about the med scene, for many years- People don't listen! And it's getting worse- I blame the effin’ computers, for openers-
PT guy wanted to impress, with his (mostly witless) patter-
Resp guy (and this was my second take on him: no change, in his edu rap) had his spiel down, no deviations- Pretty droning-
Had some good info- Not of much use, if your audience is nodding off-
Delivery, lads!
And learn to HEAR, when people ask- My queries were unheard, at least once by each-
Heck, Mme K- Off the soapbox-
And into the holiday-
I hate holidays-
NO interest in fireworks- Seen it all-
I do like the drone stuff- But mostly because of how it's done- Amazing- I got questions- If anyone's listening-
And my neighbors across the street doing the mariachi routine, already-
Long coupla days/nights (esp nights!) coming up, loud trumpet/accordion tunes (and is there a more annoying combo of instruments?)- And cerveza flowing- And yelling-
Pour me a quiet one, Miguel...
Sigh....
I so miss my girl-
Soon...
E
See us out- Some Elvis/Emmylou- (YouTube bein’ horsey, click arrow bottom right on vid)-
And-
Steve Martin (a fair hand, on the banjo) said once that all banjo music is happy music- True- No blues-
Ditto Herb Alpert and the TJB- So light, and jaunty-
Well, ditto other vid- I never hear it, but I'm cheered- You?
“What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.”
— Jane Austen