Steve wanted to go home today. 18 hours post- surgery, he was done being here, and ready to ride 150 miles home. 8 hours of surgery, 23 staples in the back of his neck. Not to mention the 5 hours spent in this throat. What’s the problem. The doctors came in and he pleaded his case. They looked at each other, a bit in disbelieve I think, and laid out the criteria. He must produce bowel sounds, done. Pass gas, done. Eat solid food, no problem, pee, he could do that, walk the corridor without assistance , I almost had to run to keep up with him. Score a top 10 Sudoku game, (my idea) done within ½ hour. The docs put their heads together. Verdict: No problem. Well, just one problem. Me. We are still in the hospital. Not all of us are happy with that outcome, although, I think the doctors were relieved. We comprised, one more night. So, tomorrow morning, off we go home. I think he deserves a Dairy Queen Blizzard reward on the way. Judy
Wednesday
Hi everybody, This is Judy. One of us had a long day today. The other one slept through most of it. It’s 4 A. M. and I’m a happy camper. Steve is currently, mostly asleep. The nurse just came in for our 2nd check-up for the night. The last was at midnight. She is very nice and very prompt. 12 and 4 on the dot. Not sure how she pulls that off with several patients that need their vitals taken at 12 and 4 A.M. After 50 years, he still never ceases to amaze and delight me. Yesterday he went through 8 hours of surgery. He woke up late afternoon with his humor intact. He feels great, well as great as one can feel plugged into all of the things one is plugged into in the hospital. He had his clear liquid dinner, asking of course if they served liquid brisket, or at least clear nachos with jalapenos. Right now I’m sitting in the family lounge. The coffee is warm and it’s quite, and I can relax and be grateful we live in a time where doctors can really put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I’ll keep you posted. Judy
Tuesday
A drive to Corpus. We went out to see the seashore.
The weather is a little moody; it rained earlier.
I’m off to surgery bright and early tomorrow morning; 6am. The next voice you hear from us will be Judy reporting in Wednesday on how things are going. Steve
The weather is a little moody; it rained earlier. I’m off to surgery bright and early tomorrow morning; 6am. The next voice you hear from us will be Judy reporting in Wednesday on how things are going. Steve Can you spot the
Jackrabbit in this shot?
He is so cleverly disguised as a bush….with ears
See how hard he is to see when he squints?
Or maybe that just makes it hard for him to see…. Maybe a devastating glare….
A handsome fellow.
He is so cleverly disguised as a bush….with ears See how hard he is to see when he squints?Or maybe that just makes it hard for him to see…. Maybe a devastating glare…. A handsome fellow. I don’t have answers
…I just have a lot of questions. Every once in a while though, a response just appears out of the blue from AnswerMan. AnswerMan often provides perspective that hadn’t occurred to the rest of us. Remember that post about the tanker ship cruising past Charlies Pasture with water blowing out its face? Well, it turns out the real explanation for what is going on there never occurred to any of us. Here it is, in AnswerMan’s own words: Sorry to interrupt here, gentlemen, but AnswerMan received a copy of this email and felt obliged to intervene. The Euronav Cap Jean is, in fact, one of the largest of a new breed of tanker called the turfship. Turfships look exactly like regular ships when they’re at sea, so most good sightings occur on land near coastal waters. As you can plainly see, there is no water under this ship, so there can be no question that it is, in fact, a turfship. 
The blowup of the bow shows one of the few visible distinguishing characteristics of the turfship: the large deck-mounted nozzles that spray water in front of the ship as it moves, preventing the hull from sticking to the turf. Also visible in this image is the plow nose, which turns the turf and shapes it to match the curvature of the hull. If it were not for these unique features, the turfship would be indistinguishable from a beached ocean-only ship. 
As you might well imagine, the use of turfships in or near large cities is frowned upon because they have a tendency to destroy any human artifacts they encounter. Where there is nothing whatever of value, as is obviously the case here, using a turfship to navigate directly to a refinery is a practical and cost-effective method for loading and off-loading petroleum products. Yours for truth and knowledge.. or failing that, mild amusement. AnswerMan
The blowup of the bow shows one of the few visible distinguishing characteristics of the turfship: the large deck-mounted nozzles that spray water in front of the ship as it moves, preventing the hull from sticking to the turf. Also visible in this image is the plow nose, which turns the turf and shapes it to match the curvature of the hull. If it were not for these unique features, the turfship would be indistinguishable from a beached ocean-only ship. As you might well imagine, the use of turfships in or near large cities is frowned upon because they have a tendency to destroy any human artifacts they encounter. Where there is nothing whatever of value, as is obviously the case here, using a turfship to navigate directly to a refinery is a practical and cost-effective method for loading and off-loading petroleum products. Yours for truth and knowledge.. or failing that, mild amusement. AnswerMan