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It’s so great to get back to normality. There’s really not much else to say about that. Treasure life while you’ve got it. So what did we do on Sunday? Well, I rode to Sierra Vista and Tombstone with motorcyclist friends. And while I was kickin’ back with the cowpokes Donna went on a hike […]
Proving once again that you can find anything with Google image search, here is a literal bag o’ knees. So what shall we blog about today? Knees, maybe? Yes, knees. I spent the weekend doing normal things: normal as in the kinds of things people with normal knees do. Walking and riding my motorcycle, mostly. […]
Today is book club day. It’s my turn to host, so I’ve been helping clean up for company. We’re going to be talking about The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, which I reviewed here last week. But this short post is not about that. It’s about the two books I’m currently reading, A […]
There’s no bag photo because there’s no bag. I’m free at last! The antibiotic treatment ended yesterday. The PICC line is out … I watched the nurse pull it out, which was freaky in the extreme … and I’m pretty much back to normal. At physical therapy I’m getting over 120° of bend out of […]
You may question the relevance of today’s thumbnail photo. Go ahead, question away. I don’t mind. Are you done? Good. These objects are, in fact, bags o’ relief; specifically, pilot relief bags (or, if you prefer military terminology: bags, relief, pilot). I’ve filled more than a few, particularly on long ocean crossings. Fighters don’t have […]
For a change, this installment’s bag photo is as literal as it gets: it’s me wearing my bag o’ Cefazolin (click on the image to see it full-size on Flickr). My bug-eyed stare indicates my continuing state of shock. Before anyone else asks, I don’t yet know the specific bacterial organism I’m fighting off. Should […]
A couple of quick updates to my last post, Shellshocked: the antibiotic I’m receiving is Cefazolin. The pump runs every 8 hours, 30 minutes at a time. The results of my most recent blood cultures are in, and they show some level of bacterial infection, so I’m definitely doing the right thing. The tech who […]
I don’t know what else to call it. Stunned? Staggered? Shellshocked. Set back, at least psychologically, in a big way. Donna left for her five-day sewing expo in Puyallup, Washington on Wednesday afternoon. Two hours after she left I got a call from a doctor at Tucson Medical Center, where I had knee replacement surgery […]