Two trees of drips for either hand and all sorts of electrodes over the chest.
A friend slew “The Dragon” (Route 129) for me, to the teaching hospital and back again. We got back after midnight.
The surgery was like getting hit by a Mac truck, but, this old body is getting better incrementally. It was necessary.
The best part was the great team of doctors, who were in a very good mood, laughing and making for a very pleasant work atmosphere. Never seen anything like it. Superb. The residents, the nurses, the assistants, all great, all with equally fantastic bedside manner.
There is a worst part with the very long lasting effects of the epidural. It’s worn off now. But there are other things which I’ll skip unless it all takes a turn for the worse. But I should be fine.
Meanwhile, I think of all those who don’t have the benefit of any kind of healthcare. And there are plenty.
Dear Lord, watch over them, provide them with your consolation, point their souls heavenward. Amen.