Source: My meeting with The Scary Guy 2.
Source: My meeting with The Scary Guy 2.
Good Morning Everyone!
I wanted to make sure to provide an update on Patrick Jones this morning. He has had an incredible summer adventure so far! I am sure he does not think it incredible, but he is alive nonetheless!
Earlier this year, Pat had a bought with pneumonia, or so we thought. It turned out to improve somewhat, but the antibiotics and steroids did not do the trick after 2-3 regiments. Thus began a series of Emergency Room visits that all ended with sending him home with no resolution.
Finally, we changed the ER room to another hospital, where the adventure began! They immediately found an issue with the bladder as well as with the heart. They could not fix the heart issue until they resolved the bladder issue because they did not want to introduce heparin after a cardiac operation for bleeding reasons. So he, in effect, got a double “whammy” with this illness. He had bladder surgery the first of June followed by a CABG x 5 procedure on June 10th. They refer to the cardiac bypass operation as a “CABG” which means cardiac artery bypass graft. Having studied some of the technical information, I have found this to be an extremely complicated and life-saving procedure. I have also googled the cardiac bypass information and watched one of the videos on how they actually perform the procedure. It is incredibly impressive how they even know how to find all of the vessels to fix. Pat had 5 arteries bypassed. He is alive. He was fortunate not to have had a heart attack or stoke beforehand…that is for sure. This also provided him the advantage in the healing process.
Pat was in the hospital for a week with the bladder and then a week and a half latter went through the CABG procedure. He has been out of the hospital now for a week and a half and is not quite ready to begin writing at this point. He is progressing as expected, but it is a long road to recovery. His biggest problem is wanting to go out and mow and weed whack and work in the garden, but the strength he will need is to NOT do those sorts of things right now. It is kind of like keeping a wild animal caged!! 🙂 He is learning to follow the rules albeit reluctantly, but the extra exertion reinforces the need for rest! For being out of the hospital for a week and a half, he is doing fantastic!
I look forward for him to begin writing again soon in the next couple two or three weeks. Right now his focus is on healing and resting. He wishes everyone well and misses all of you and is anxious to get back in the saddle. Until then, I thought I would write a quick note to let you know why he hasn’t been blogging and writing lately. He should be bionic soon!
Take care and stay well. More information to follow.
I would like to Thank Everyone for their incredible support of our FREE days this weekend! I cannot tell you how honored I am to have the most FANTASTIC FRIENDS in the UNIVERSE!
First of all, let me say…”ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!”
Statistics on the FANTASTIC FEEBIE EVENT 2/1/2013 and 2/2/2013 are as follows:
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YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR YOUR INTEREST! Now…GO WATCH FOOTBALL! OOHRAH!
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Could there be wolves in Missouri? This is an interesting article By Rudi Keller in the Columbia Daily Tribune regarding possible wolves in Missouri.
I now live in the Ozarks. It’s a great house in a great area of Missouri.
In past blogs I wrote on the people here that I am proud and honored to be allowed to call my friends and neighbors.
This blog, though, is about my cabin even further into the mountains.
It is a log cabin set on a hill looking down into a glade which is part of Pine Hollow. On most any morning, as the sun rises, one can watch wildlife wake from their slumber.
Ground squirrels scamper about under foliage and leaf cover looking for a morning meal. Birds start singing, then flying the skies by picking up the winds to glide among the wistful clouds.
Embers in the wood burning stove caused fresh logs to blaze and cooked coffee in an old, blue metal pot. The aroma forces a person to pour some of the black liquid into a matching blue metal cup.
Sitting on the steps, blowing on the coffee as if that would cool the hot beverage, your attention is again drawn down the hill.
One by one, the deer enter the valley to graze. They see me sitting and drinking my coffee but know from my disposition they can continue their eating in safety.
By the time the cup is empty, the bacon in the cast iron skillet is crisp and the grease is ready for the eggs.
The log structure is small and even smaller inside. There is enough room for one, cozy for two. Light comes from two windows during the day and kerosene lamps in the evening. Water is in five gallon containers stacked in the corner.
After breakfast, there is wood to be cut from down wood. Some to be stacked inside the cabin, some outside under a cover, the rest just stacked by the fire pit.
When my son and daughter were small, they carried all the rock to line the bottom and sides of that fire pit. That was thirty years ago and the rocks are still in place.
By the time I finish all the chores, the sun is below the treetops and it’s time for supper, consisting of a steak and veggies.
While eating supper, I listen to “The Radio Reader” on the local PBS station. Every evening during the week a chapter of a book is read over the radio.
The coffee is hot again and there is the sound of a truck pulling up the hill to the door of the cabin. It’s a friend and neighbor. His name is Dan and the coal black hair is grey now. He still walks with a small limp. He lost his leg to a landmine but unless you knew that fact, you’d think he just had a rough day. Dan has never been bitter about the loss of his leg. He always has a smile and a good word.
Over a couple cups of coffee and a few cigarettes we talk about his family and then mine.
The night gets late and under a clear sky the full moon lights the road for Dan to drive home.
After I’m sure Dan is safely down the hill and onto the gravel road headed home, I sit with the last cup of coffee in the pot and make notes on paper and on the neat little voice recorder my wife, Sandy, gave me.
I know that it’s time for bed when the coyotes start yapping, calling to their young.
With the stove full of wood and coffee set up for the next day, I pull my wool military blankets over me. I know peace.
Tomorrow, I’ll write.
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