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The world is filled with randomness,
My thoughts are scattered in the wind
My finger is bloody
My brain is small,
My heart is muddy
And here's this wall
That I keep running into
Yeah its fine,
But I think it hurts me
My mind's too scared to tell me for sure
Umhm whatever. I had something I was gonna say, but I forgot. And it didn't matter much anyway. I've been all over the place this week, Tuesday, Tyler for de operation. It was no big thang really, although as I was having unknown liquids dribbled into me through an IV I was thinking of all the medical malpractice horror stories I've been reading up on for debate. Dr Doyle: "If the hand holding the scalpel is shaking, somebodie's gonna die." Thinking of 45,000 people a year dying of medical malpractice while waiting helplessly for the surgeon to call me was rather chilling,( I also thought of all that wasted oil, Logan) but the anethesioligist prayed over me, so that helped my nerves. The biggest nuisance about it all was that they kept me on the bed for an hour or so, after I woke up. They kept saying, "go back to sleep", which was annoying, but it had been a VERY short night, so I complied. Then after awhile I began to sing and kick about, so after 10 or so minutes of that they let me go. Wednesday we went to Huntsville to my Uncle Mark's house, a fine visit, hadn't seen them in many moons. Thursday we went to the Speech and Debate Contest in Houston. Fun Times. Went to the house of Papa's college buddy Jim on Thursday night, was there until 2ish today. His tale of burning his kitchen had me in tears of helpless laughter, it was great. I used his computer with high speed internet for a short time this morning. It was glorious. Apparently they never use it, is that a horrendous tragedy or what? Anyhow I'm at Aunt Susan's house now and am bored out of my mind with this post, so
taTa
My thoughts are scattered in the wind
My finger is bloody
My brain is small,
My heart is muddy
And here's this wall
That I keep running into
Yeah its fine,
But I think it hurts me
My mind's too scared to tell me for sure
Umhm whatever. I had something I was gonna say, but I forgot. And it didn't matter much anyway. I've been all over the place this week, Tuesday, Tyler for de operation. It was no big thang really, although as I was having unknown liquids dribbled into me through an IV I was thinking of all the medical malpractice horror stories I've been reading up on for debate. Dr Doyle: "If the hand holding the scalpel is shaking, somebodie's gonna die." Thinking of 45,000 people a year dying of medical malpractice while waiting helplessly for the surgeon to call me was rather chilling,( I also thought of all that wasted oil, Logan) but the anethesioligist prayed over me, so that helped my nerves. The biggest nuisance about it all was that they kept me on the bed for an hour or so, after I woke up. They kept saying, "go back to sleep", which was annoying, but it had been a VERY short night, so I complied. Then after awhile I began to sing and kick about, so after 10 or so minutes of that they let me go. Wednesday we went to Huntsville to my Uncle Mark's house, a fine visit, hadn't seen them in many moons. Thursday we went to the Speech and Debate Contest in Houston. Fun Times. Went to the house of Papa's college buddy Jim on Thursday night, was there until 2ish today. His tale of burning his kitchen had me in tears of helpless laughter, it was great. I used his computer with high speed internet for a short time this morning. It was glorious. Apparently they never use it, is that a horrendous tragedy or what? Anyhow I'm at Aunt Susan's house now and am bored out of my mind with this post, so
taTa
posted by Feanor at 7:33 PM
10 Comments:
I'm glad you're having a good time.
I would also like to know how the speech competition went.
My also co-equal friend of the opposite gender, You guys did not make fools of yourselves. Both of you did very well and I'm glad someone had the nerve to get up and try.
I had absolutely nothing prepared for debate as I had absolutely no time to prepare anything inbetween wednesday and friday.
Results on the competition is exactly the thing I was going to comment on. Again, I'll say that both Cada and Nick did a great job and both get brownie points for bravery. By the way of constructive speeches, I had an affirmative prepared, but it wasn't even a page long on my computer, so it would've only taken about 2 of my 6 minutes, which would have not made Dr. Srader very happy. I will have to work on lenghtening it. I only had one piece of research in it, so I think I could expand on a few points and add one or two more pieces of research and that MIGHT do it. Emphasis on might. Anyways, none of you want to know that and I'm just tired because i just spent 3 1/2 hours walking around in the blistering sun getting yelled at, for the most part, because NO they didn't want to vote for Wayne Christian, NO they didn't want a pamhlet, and NOOOO that man on Buckingham wasn't going to share his ice cream with us!!!!! Maddening. I had to restrain myself from tackling him for it. The best part of the day was we found out that this OTHER person on Buckingham (or was it on King's Row, I don't remember), had this really cool courtyard in front of their house. To get to the front door you had to go through this iron gate and into a stone atrium with potted plants all over and a wrought iron patio set of chairs and a table by a water fountain and climbing azalea thingies on the wall! It was really neat.
All right, I'm done.
~JC
Whoah! I just noticed my LINK!!! Evan is favorite person of the day. Feeder of Dolphins??? Yes, I get it. Man, ya'll just can't get over that, can you.
~JC
The walls....their closing in!
My hubby said he had a nice conversation with you on the phone last night. Glad to hear you're doing well. Hug all your family for me.
::sigh:: and you had to end such an interesting post with a comment that had "their" instead of "they're"?! Where ist thy brain, my son?!
Sorry to hear about your finger, but don't worry about those malpractice stories, surehandedness is way overrated anyway (as grammar is, I guess, for chaps like you and me!).
Whoa, I TOTALLY should have thought to sing after I had my surgery in Nov. That would have definately had me home sooner.... No one can stand before my singing for long. :O)
Amy and Cabbage! You are still here! I was afraid that ya'll had been scared away by all these boisterous chaps who have swarmed my blog. Yeah Cabbage, I thought about the "their" afterwards, but I figured it went along with my mind cracking, so yeah, whatever. And Amy, imagine me lying on my back slightly under the affects of anesthetic, singing mournful Switchfoot songs in the middle of a silent hospital ward, in a hospital gown! You can't match that for scary!
Boy, I really missed it for the imagery element in my speech! That'll stick with you all right...whether you wantit to or not. Hmmmm. Let's not continue this conversation any longer!
~JC
This isn't really going with the flow of your delicious comments, but answering Evan : my clearest memory from my surgery is having this slightly less than straight nurse guy ticking my feet and then looking at me with THE MOST disappointed/unhappy/lost expression and saying "You aren't ticklish!"
DUH! You idiot! I just had surgery!!!
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