Mom had the surgery that she didn’t have before. Word is that things went quite well. Further word is that she might be home as soon as today. I’ve not yet talked to Dad today, so this is admittedly (slightly) presumptive.
In other news, we went to Artscape and an Orioles game this weekend. Hooray for Baltimore!
The CA Swingers were finally toppled yesterday, with a final of… 6-1 or so (I wasn’t keeping track).
Yours truly, 1 for 2. Pop to right, line single up the middle. OBP to .777. I also got some action at third base (No, not like that).
The CA Swingers remain undefeated, though this time by virtue of a tie, 6-6. Yours truly officially went 1 for 3, but I reached on fielder’s choice for one of those missing hits (the other was a line drive to short).
On Base Percentage remains a respectable .857 (6 for 7), as I also had a walk today. Oh, and that one official hit? A two-run home run of the leg-it-out (as opposed to the over-the-fence) variety.
The ambiguous title owes to the fact that even though this is the second game we’ve played, we now stand at 3-0-1 at the end of week five. Two weeks were forfeits, today was makeup from a rainout, and we’ve had one more game rained out (scheduled for August).
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Since this just came up in discussion at work two days ago (when I changed the channel to watch Phineas and Ferb in the lunchroom), this Geekdad post seems pretty topical.
Mom got home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. I was in Allentown, hence the update now and not sooner. PT is on the horizon off the board, pending I-Won’t-Fall-Down promises, but for now, all is well and good.
Mom continues to recover. She’d been intibated as she has some fluid in her lungs, so the ventilator was helping her breathe while they drained her dry and such. The doctors had planned on removing the tube yesterday morning or so.
Mom had other plans. She broke free of her restraints and removed the tube herself.
Trouble with that is that it stunted her recovery a bit. You see, there’s a process involved with removing that tube, owing to a little balloon at the end that helps keep it in place in your airway. Removing it with that balloon still inflated irritated her throat, so she’s near-voiceless and in minor (additional) pain.
Still, she’s getting better, if not as quickly as I’d hoped. The plan is to move her out of Critical Care and into a cardiac unit today. The originally-planned procedure may or may not still happen, at the whim of the cardiologist.
So long as she stays stable, my plan is still to head out of town this weekend. But speeding tickets be damned if something goes wrong.
Mom’s in the hospital. She went in yesterday for a bypass surgery, but decided to have some “cardiac distress” instead, which apparently means no surgery and more machines than I’ve ever seen anyone hooked up to before in real life.
She’s crappy, but stable, and with a decent outlook. More to come as I know it.
Back from vacation, as you probably already know. Things we discovered:
A wonderful time was had by all. I will now give you a slideshow as I take questions from the audience.
Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.
I credit my parents — rightfully — with the substance of my character. But if there were a soul in existence who helped me find my interests, it was George Carlin.
I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I uh, I think is important. I love..as I say, they’re my work, they’re my play, they’re my passion. Words are all we have really.
When push comes to shove, if you made me tell you my favorite thing in the world (excluding the obligatory family and friends piece), it’s language. How we use it, how we misuse it, and its power hidden in everything we do, and everything we are. It was an LP eight years older than I am, listened to over and over again at FAR too young an age that opened my mind to this world.
I will not say concept when I mean idea. I will not say impacted when I mean affected. There will be no hands-on state-of-the-art networking. We will not maximize, prioritize, or finalize…and we definitely will not interface.
This focus on language, coupled with a healthy skepticism (cynicism, really), made me think in new and exciting ways. It made me hunger for a truth, a reason, and like the fine teacher he was, Carlin kept giving me enough to eat, but only just enough to keep going on my own. He also taught me that even if there isn’t a greater truth, that’s no reason to stop fighting to find one.
Those who dance are considered insane by those who can’t hear the music.
The CA Swingers won last night, 10-7. I personally had two putouts, an assist on a play at the plate, and went 2-for-2 with a walk and an RBI. OBP 1.000 baby.