GIFTS THAT I RECEIVE

At some time or another I may have mentioned my scrawney little black cat whose called Jazmin. She is a smart kitty and very generous too boot. She has on separate ocassions brought in to me fine gifts~~uncountable lizzards with and without tails, some I could rescue and others she ate. Other times , two to be exact I've been awarded little soft gray moles with funny little feet and blind eyes. They weren't hard to catch, but I'm always scared that they might bite. I got those out alive.
Next came the small slithery things that are black-brown, aggressive, and mean when they get older and bigger~~baby moccasins. They were born out in the little depression in my back yard that most times has water in it. The first time she came in with one, Christopher was living here and finally woke up after I called and called him at the top of my lungs. I was standing by the bed holding the thing down by the neck with a thing that I pick up objects with. Good ole grandson~~he got rid of that one for me. The next time I was alone and had to do it myself. That was one dead smake!

The worst ones were the birds. I was able to cover the first bird that she dropped in my sleeping face with the sheet, jump and turn off the ceiling fan, put the cat in the bathroom and yell for Chris again. He took the little female cardinal out and she was frightened, but all right. The next time was not so easily done and she ate the thing.

Tonight, earlier that usual, she came in meowing loudly with a mouth full of large mouse~~proud as punch. I grabbed her and fortunately the lid was off the kitchen trash can for I took her to it and shook and bounced her till she dropped that thing. I got the bag out and sealed it and outside to the big can that was waiting for the truck in the am. I think it was already dead.

In order to make sure that the lady wasn't scarred by my ingratitude, I picked my kitty up and she is now holding court over my computer and keyboard at the present time. She doesn't seem to much worse for the wear. I guess this is just one more thing that I will remember for awhile~~a long while.

ALL CLEAR~~AGAIN

Well, made it through again~~arteries all clean. That was a big relief. After the procedure I went to recovery where I spent the next 5, count them 1-2-3-4-5 hours lying flat on my back with my right leg straight out not to be moved at all for those 5 hours. I got through that too.

I figured out how to wiggle around to check out the machines, how to get the apple juice after the nurse left and later how to eat a turkey sandwich, drink some more apple juice with only one hand to manage it and eat my piece of cake. I couldn't ever manage to get the peaches open and spoon them out of the juice and into my mouth. All those things flat on my back.

I had slept through most of those hours because I had not had much sleep last night. They got me up and had me move about for a few minutes and then I spent the last hour watching a John Wayne movie on DVD. That picture was made in the early thirties~~had to be. It had the hand crank phone, the horses ran funny and the bad guy got shot by his own men. Surely don't make them like that today.

Finally I got sprung and am at home till Thursday. It could have been much worse.

INTO THE "CATH LAB" AND THAT SKINNY BED AGAIN!

At 6 AM Liz and I will leave for St. Lukes Hospital where I will sign in for a Cardiac Catherization~~something I had about 6 years ago, and it was decided that I should have another on Thursday of last week. There are several things that all added to this decision,,but I trust the Doctor completely.

It really isn't a hard procedure, but it can be scary if you don't know what happens when and/or why. The only bad part is that darn skinny bed you have to be very still on for 45 min to 2 hours. Since I've seen many of them in the last many years and had one before, the thing that is a mystery is the result. If there is a blockage that has developed in the last 6 years, then he will do an angioplasy, (squish all the plaque up against the artery wall), if it won't stay open then he will insert a "stent" (sort of a bridge support that looks like a minature bic pen spring). That usually takes care of the most of any problems. There are other things that could be done, but they are more involved and could lead to surgery and I have no plans for that to happen.

My desire is for this is to be comepletely negative and I can be back to work by Wednesday. Keep me in your prayers please.