MY INTERNATIONAL READERS
I would like to do something I have meant to do for some time now. That is to thank the residents of the many nations that have visited my blog. In the past year my blog was viewed by 39 nations, granted of those 39, 21 were just a single visit. I don’t think I can use the term ‘global’ yet, but I appreciate your interest.
In the future I plan to post more regularly. I hope to share with you my current writing projects and completed novels I am trying to publish.
Take care my friends.
UPDATE REHAB
My consistent readers, 4/11/13
I’m home now and have been since last Saturday. I thought I’d share some of my thoughts while getting to the point that I could come home.
Once I left the hospital after my bout with a ruptured spleen, I was not able to go home so I entered a rehab facility. I would like to share some of my thoughts while experiencing this period of my recovery.
I was now a resident, temporarily, of Devon Manor, after falling and suffering six cracked ribs along with a lacerated spleen. The spleen was a big problem for I was on blood thinners when it began bleeding. I went to the rehab center after a ten-day hospital stay and was weak as a baby. I needed a walker to walk and breathing exercises to rebuild my lung capacity.
Once I made fun of walkers calling them ‘jungle jims’. Now that I was using one to get around during my recovery they were no longer a source of ridicule.
I went through a strange period when I first started rehab. We did our exercises in a large room with about four or five patients at a time each working with a physical therapist. As I looked around at my fellow patients I realized that, except for those with brain injuries, I was the youngest at 65. Later I would visit another gym where those in rehab were around my age or younger.
What started me thinking this way I do not know. But as I looked around at the patients working along side me, some extremely elderly and barely able to move, unable to do the simplest tasks, I wondered why rehab them at all? What were they going to rehab to?
But after much thought my heart softened and my mind opened. They were rehabbing back to the life they left no matter how limited that life may be. They were rehabbing back to their families, their children and grandchildren.
I’ve mellowed during my rehab experience. Perhaps it’s having your routine, your normal life; take away from you and trying desperately to get back to where you were. I now know it doesn’t matter how old you are or what that life was like – you want to return.
The care, the concern of the therapists at Devon Manor was highly professional. I owe them a great deal, especially, Lisa, the physical therapist who worked with me for most of my stay.
MEDICAL UPDATE
Well, I did it again. For the second March in a row I wound up in the hospital. I hope this does not become a tradition.
This time the hospital visit was my own stupid damn fault.
I fell in our kitchen one Saturday afternoon last month and landed on my right side. As I stood up I realized that I had done some damage. The pain was intense. I walked to my recliner, sat down and remained perfectly still. The pain diminished until I had to stand up. This was a new experience in pain even with Joni helping me to stand. The week went by and the pain lessened. I would later find out that I had cracked six ribs.
But I wasn’t finished yet. The next Saturday afternoon I fell again. This time I gave my right side the treat. I felt no pain on my right side but that second fall did not help the pain on my left side.
After the second fall I spent two weeks staying very still and the pain all but went away. But Monday morning March 11th things were about to take a drastic turn.
Early that morning I began experiencing shooting pains traveling from the right side of my abdomen to the left. An ambulance trip to the ER was required.
When I got there I discovered not only the cracked ribs but a ruptured spleen. Through a vessel in my leg they inserted coils in the splenetic blood vessels to stop the bleeding. I asked how many coils it usually took to do the job and was told about four. I asked because they used 24 coils on me. When I get an injury I don’t mess around.
After a ten day stay in the hospital the sent me to rehab. That’s were I am now. I’ve been here about two weeks and hope to get out soon.
I wanted to let my readers know the reason for the lack of activity. I’ll be communicating with you more now thanks to my daughter, Lynn’s, laptop.
SANDY HOOK ELEMENTARY, A POEM
My consistent readers,
My mind has been in a whirl since the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary.
I cannot imagine the thoughts going through the tiny children’s heads as they waited to be slaughtered.
I grieve for those little lost souls and for their parents.
For what it is worth, I wrote this poem.
SUFFER THE ANGELS
The devil entered
And twenty angels
Destined for grace
Were slaughtered.
The devil entered
And twenty angels
Destined full lives
Were gone.
The devil entered
And still we doubt
The strength
Of the devil’s tool.
Until we know the devil
And the strength his tool possesses,
More angels await his calling,
We are all the devil’s work.
GONE TOO SOON
My consistent readers,
My sister died last year.
Today is her birthday.
For Judy
We spend our time
Do what we do
And then depart.
RADIO INTERVIEW
Here’s a more direct link to my radio interview.
Tell me what you think.
http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBNto6p7c1Fpiwz4gTgWO5w/videos
This will give you and opportunity to listen to the other authors’ interviews.
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