Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
Scientists have just discovered a new color they are calling "olo". Only seven people have seen it.
If I cannot see it, I might suspect that very thing.
Being the first-born myself......and the first born grandchild on both sides......I later became the Black Sheep of the family, even disowned at one point (this was in the mid-70s, so that might shed some light on things!) because I was no longer "perfect" in my father's eyes. That did not last long, however, and I turned out just fine! (although I never lived up to my potential)
Meh, I don't know about that. I could tell tales of my three renegade half sisters I never met, or my mom's firstborn older sister who was a spoiled, temperamental fool, or... But that would be too personal. One has to be careful not to show primitive favoritism to the firstborn. Nuff said.
Snow last week, 80 degrees this week and I found two mosquitoes in the house already BEFORE any windows have been opened. There are more bugs in summer, but they are more startling to run across when it's ony April.
Yesterday I had a look at the X-rays of my operation on the hip. I was expecting something like the surgeon’s description of the procedure - “You were lucky. Although it was fractured, the pieces didn’t move and it was just a matter of holding them together with a plate and a screw.” That sounded to me like a very minor thing indeed and the tiny wound resulting from their access point seemed to confirm it.
So I was amazed at the size of the thing holding everything together. It was like a very sturdy chunk of metal in the shape of an L, one end drilled into the ball joint with a huge screw, the other connected by two smaller screws to the femur. How they managed to get that lot through the tiny access wound I can’t imagine. But the fact is, they did.
And everything has healed up satisfactorily and the contraption works very well. They do indeed work wonders these days.
All of which is to proclaim the realisation that came to me: I can never have another MRI with that thing inside me! Might as well look on the bright side.
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