Laments of a future expatriate
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Husker fans are gracious. If you don't believe me go to a Nebraska game, or introduce yourself to swoof
The Nebraska Cornhuskers, the actual team, are not usually so generous. Disregard the gift touchdown in the first minute of the Big 12 Championship, as I am willing to do, and what's left was a 14-7 defensive classic. What a great game against a great team against whom I have no grudge*.
* To the coach Calahan of old who was unaware of Osbourne's level of class: Beware the f***ing hillbillies!
Well, both huskerlaw
and I were a little optomistic about the overall quality of our teams, but the Sooners and Huskers do meet in the Big 12 Championship next Saturday night. I initially proposed a friendly wager, but winning would be plenty good enough. It's nice that it's the old Big 8 powers playing here, and it reminds me of happy old times.
Sneezing with a sawn sternum...|
SUCKS. Avoid this at all cost.
The madsaxer is healing nicely. I even saxed a full Sunday service! It was glorious! (My getting to play again, not my playing itself, which was, as usual, a notch or two above mediocre.)
Sick and freakin tired already of eating like a heart patient. Years of moderation could have thwarted the need for this... Maybe sushi with Urkadur would cheer me up?
Love to all my friends.
This is going to be easy...|
At the Coronary Intensive Care Ward, pain is managed by obliteration with the highest quality drugs. I was expected to breathe in and breathe out, and gt into a chair once a day. I was invited to eat, but didn't. There was no pain. The surgeon came by to tell me how successful my multiple coronary artery bypass graft (designated CABGX6, pronounced cabbage times 6) had gone. But toward the end, the drugs are tapered off, and you start to get the idea of the vastness of the injury. You begin to feel like the human pinata from the congressional hearings of baseball sluggers on steroids. All movement is vary painful, and it is required by cruel nurses. But soon you are transferred to your very own room. Pain is managed with Lortab. The third day is the absolute worst. It hurts less and less as my range of motion improves. I still look like a very fragile and feeble old man.
Your madsaxer is on the mend. Not smoking and proper nutrition are easy choices for me, despite that these go against my usual fiber.
Everything you wanted to know about having open-heart surgery...|
...but were afraid to ask.
The medical community has invented a great way to defer the dread of the violence impending. (The sawing of the sternum and the spreading of the ribs.) The trick is they make you wait too long. My whole mindset was I wished I'd have had the damn thing over with a month ago. The strongest dread of the unspeakably violent act is reserved for the 11th hour, as my body was being shaved bald neck to toe(Go ahead, giggle.), the vallium cocktail is about to lead to a spinal epidural, about to lead to a morphine drip, while the fentanyl took effect and a machine took over my breathing. Before dread was fully ripe, my shaved body was strapped down and my mindset was best described as random. I was still lucid, but not for long, as I was rolled into the operating room. I got high fives from all of the surgeons' nurses, my surgeon's PA, the head nurse for surgery and several techs. I told them I wanted to see the sternum saw, one tech said I was "sick enough in the head to work with us". Lights out at 9:00 AM. At 2:15 I was parked in recovery. Due to the rock star grade drugs, I woke up several times in relative comfort. First time panicked about mu breathing tube, which felt like it was impeding my breathing. Next time to bawl and tell Sweet Pea how sorry I was I let myself go. Several times to see a few visitors as they shuffled through my recovery area (most only saw me sleeping). Then to watch most of the World Series game 5 which my beloved Cardinals won. To be continued...
The goodness in people.|
If you ever want to affirm that people in general are shockingly benevolent and unbelievably selfless, have yourself a health and financial crisis. It's almost worth it!
The Redbirds are 2 wins away from another World Series championship. Sorry, Motor City. You have great music and car factories, but this one is ours.
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: I Love Everybody / Lyle Lovett
tick. tick. tick.|
Time is nigh, and nervousness creeps in.
Since my first St. Louis Cardinal game in 1971 I have loved my Cardinals as much as my life would permit. From 1982 to 1985, I missed fewer than 100 games on the radio... that's 540+ games listened to in that span alone. I had a kick-ass AM antena and tuner that could usually harvest a signal all the way from KMOX in St. Louis, and a short wave that could catch the Cardinal games simulcast on Armed Forces radio, for those games that were preempted on AM1400 for Sooner baseball and Norman High football. My apparent interest has permanently dropped on three occasions: The death of Jack Buck, the retirement of Whitey Herzog and the onset of fatherhood. But do not underestimate the love I will have for the Birds until the day I die. I am so happy they are in the Series again, and game 7 of the NLCS was an absolute classic.
Games 6 and 7 of the World Series are post surgery. Think they'll let me watch 'em? (They being my surgeon, cardiologist and wife)
Younger friends: Radio is something you listen to, and there once was no such thing as cable TV.
October 26 is my heart surgery. I feel very good about this!
serious as a heart attack|
Your mad saxer has found a novel way to get out of work for a month... Yep, it turns out I need at least six, probably eight bypasses. Within a week or so, they'll crack me open and replumb. I am fine for now, at home and resting from my cardiogram, and at small risk for a fatal heart attack. This is your update for now, as I only have use of my left hand due to today's procedure. I'll keep you posted.
Thank you all for the outpouring of love and concern. It really helps me be brave and positive about this.
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