Saturday, March 31, 2012

Psalm 91

I read the book of the Bible named Psalms. I'd like to be able to tell you I read that book everyday but that wouldn't be true. I do my regular reading and if there is time I read Psalms.

My method is to use a Julian calendar to determine which Psalm to read. That means if it's the 91st day of the year I read the 91st Psalm. Since there are 150 Psalms if the Julian date is greater than 150 I subtract 150.

Did I mention I am an Engineer by trade?

Today is the 91st day and this is the 91st Psalm. This spoke to me very directly tonight.

Psalm 91

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.

4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,

6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.

8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling,

10 no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;

12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

15 He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.

16 With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”


Another day in the pants less hotel

Well surgery one is done. Technically it is called Cystoscopic surgery where they take an endoscope and retrieve the stone. Like I lost it or something. (While you are in there can you look for the TV remote I lost in 97 and my claw hammer?)

The Dr. Said something about using a laser and tiny claws and baskets and I'm thinking "up there? Really?" claws?. This isn't exactly the Lincoln Tunnel you know.

I woke up to the Dr. shaking a little pill bottle saying she got it. They broke it in half and then brought it out. All I knew was I had to go the bathroom so I was getting up and going.

From the table.

They stopped me of course and and told me "it just feels like you have to go". I don't know about that, I just have to go and I kept telling them that. I have to go. It was like a bad dream where no one believes you.

Waking up in post op here is like waking up in an office full of people. The place was festooned with Phillies gear and people were across from me reaching into box for some kind of food I think. I don't know I was a little groggy.

I woke up very chatty too. I felt like I was doing a comedy act or something.

Where's everyone from? Mount Holly? I just flew in and boy are my arms tired bah-doom-bah.

Eventually they let me "go". My word did that ever hurt and lets just say it wasn't the right color and be done with that whole discussion right there. Suddenly the whole claws thing made more sense too.

I slept well and and fine now.

The next surgery is scheduled for the first thing Monday morning so I have a weekend stay here at the pants less hotel.

In the mean time I think a few clarifications are in order. I did not have a blood clot, I have an aneurysm (which I'm getting much better at spelling). An aneurysm is like an over inflated bicycle tube which can be over inflated for a long time and the one day you have a blow out. A blood clot is different and I'm not qualified to tell you what one is. Google it

I did not get a stone from a hoagie that Gail bought at the Bruce concert. It takes years to make a stone that size. The hoagie only pushed it over the top. Just kidding Gail.

I'll keep every one posted.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Hospital.

I'm in the hospital overnight. Yesterday at this time I was screaming and dancing at the Springsteen concert in Philly. Some days you never know what life is going to throw at you.

I had a little trouble ah ah making water Sunday night. It felt like my bladder was full but instead of the floodgates of the deep, all I got was trickle.

Being a man, I thought the best approach was to "walk it off" because rubbing dirt on it made no sense what so ever and so I went about with life. This particular week life had a concert at the Wells Fargo.

Well Thursday morning brought a large cup of coffee and mucho pain. I spent most of the morning running to men's room (door button badge, button badge door) And by 11 I said "no mas".

Unfortunately I was a walk, a train ride and car ride from home. By time I was home I was doubled over in pain and it was clear that "walk it off" wasn't going to cut it.

The chancellor works at a nearby hospital and so that was my first choice. Off we went the emergency room. I had the forethought to grab the iPad. Really. I'm doubled over in pain like a screaming animal in a trap and my first thought is "grab the iPad honey" sad really.

Off to cat scan where it quickly turned into " take your husband to work day" since that is the very place The Chancellor works. ( she was great to have there, really great)

The cat scan reveled a large stone - one as a fifty something year old man, I was as likely to pass as give birth to.

The cat scan also showed a iliac artery aneurysm which it turns out is as scary as it sounds. Thanks to the iPad, I was able to google it right there. About half way down the page is a blog titled "Dad died today". Check for yourself.

Suddenly "life is but a breath" had a whole new meaning.
Job 7:7
7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;

I honestly felt like God had allowed the stone to see the aneurysm.

So the pained passed, I was admitted and now I have a fun day of tests and surgeries in the morning. I'd appreciate prayer. Honest prayer. To God. Thoughts are nice. Good vibes are good. But honestly I'd prefer that you pray. If its for me great but I'd ask that you pray.