Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wasn't a second head. Maybe it's where the Frankenstein screw fell out of my neck and the doctor had to replace it with stitches. I still have the stitches. I'm getting them out tomorrow. They have become a little bit irritating. The cut is almost healed. I'm just hoping my original head doesn't come off when the stitches are removed.
There was a man who wasn't happy with himself and so he decided to have his arms and legs removed so he could be more streamlined and perfect. However, once he got used to having no arms and legs, he realized he still wasn't happy. He went back for more surgery and had the doctor remove everything but his head. He really liked living this way. He just rolled everywhere he wanted to go. Even if he rolled into the gutter, he could just roll right back out and get to a better place.
One day he decided he was going to go a step further in his search for the ultimate existence. He went back to the doctor and asked him to remove everything but one eye. He thought he would have the very best view of the world if he only had an eye. He lived as an eye for awhile. It seemed to be a pleasant way to live. He had few distractions and had clear vision.
One day while he was seeing the world, a man with big feet was walking near him. While the man was seeking his own clear vision of the world, a bird in the sky distracted him and before he knew it he had stepped on the man who was only an eye.
The moral of this story is...the man should have quit while he was a head.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
When You Lose a Second Head
For a number of months I have had a bump on my neck--some kind of cyst, I guess. It wasn't beautiful, but it wasn't terribly ugly either. A couple of weeks ago it became larger, and my husband (gracious man that he is) said it looked like a second head. It was very ugly and very painful. I decided it was time to go to the doctor and have it removed.
When the doctor saw my second head, she said I needed to be on antibiotics for a week before she worked on removing it. So I took antibiotics and it diminished in size and pain. Because it was still ugly, I kept it covered with a large band aid which had the added benefit of irritating my skin. So now I was sporting a second head and a skin irritation that made me look like I had been exposed to something like agent pink.
I went to the doctor again this past Thursday. After many little shots of anesthesia and after she worked on the head for about 50 minutes, it was all removed. Four stitches were added to seal the deal, and I was told to put cream on the site along with a bandage and to use paper tape to help the skin irritation.
Now three days later the whole thing is looking much better. The stitches aren't pretty, but they have reaped some sympathy for me here at home, and I think they'll do the same thing at work. The paper tape has not worked very well--it tends to migrate to other parts of my neck or onto the neck of my shirt. I think I will only wear a band aid when I'm out and about for just a couple more days.
I hope with the removal of my second head that I didn't lose any important brain cells. It didn't seem to know much anyway, so I think I'm good.
The moral of this story seems to be when you have a growth, have it taken care of before it morphs into something very painful and unpleasant. I probably won't learn that moral. I'm a great one to procrastinate. That's one of the rules I live by.
When the doctor saw my second head, she said I needed to be on antibiotics for a week before she worked on removing it. So I took antibiotics and it diminished in size and pain. Because it was still ugly, I kept it covered with a large band aid which had the added benefit of irritating my skin. So now I was sporting a second head and a skin irritation that made me look like I had been exposed to something like agent pink.
I went to the doctor again this past Thursday. After many little shots of anesthesia and after she worked on the head for about 50 minutes, it was all removed. Four stitches were added to seal the deal, and I was told to put cream on the site along with a bandage and to use paper tape to help the skin irritation.
Now three days later the whole thing is looking much better. The stitches aren't pretty, but they have reaped some sympathy for me here at home, and I think they'll do the same thing at work. The paper tape has not worked very well--it tends to migrate to other parts of my neck or onto the neck of my shirt. I think I will only wear a band aid when I'm out and about for just a couple more days.
I hope with the removal of my second head that I didn't lose any important brain cells. It didn't seem to know much anyway, so I think I'm good.
The moral of this story seems to be when you have a growth, have it taken care of before it morphs into something very painful and unpleasant. I probably won't learn that moral. I'm a great one to procrastinate. That's one of the rules I live by.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
I Have a Dream
Before my husband and I had been married five years, I had a dream that we would celebrate our 5th anniversary by going to Hawaii. I had the same dream for the 10th, the 15th, the 20th, the 25th and maybe for a couple of others.
Then my dream changed. I decided I would rather go on an Alaskan cruise for one of our main anniversaries. I hoped to do that for a number of years. Then my dream changed.
Next summer we will have been married 40 years. What I'm hoping for now is to spend several days and nights in Estes Park in the beautiful Colorado mountains. That's a dream that matches my energies and motivations. I've seen Hawaii and Alaska and the whales on TV. I know it's not the same as going for real, but it's certainly much easier and definitely less expensive.
When I was younger I wanted to learn to play the violin and to go back to school to get a MA. Later I changed my wants to learning to play the guitar instead of the violin, and I'm finished with schooling, although I do think about taking a class online.
I still have the desire to write a book. But I do wonder if I wait a few years to actually write one, how all the new technology will affect that enterprise. Besides wanting to say something, I also want to make money. In the future will this dream be worth anything?
It's good to have dreams. It's good to be realistic. I do dream about living to be 95 like my grandma did, although that may take too much work and it may take too long!
Then my dream changed. I decided I would rather go on an Alaskan cruise for one of our main anniversaries. I hoped to do that for a number of years. Then my dream changed.
Next summer we will have been married 40 years. What I'm hoping for now is to spend several days and nights in Estes Park in the beautiful Colorado mountains. That's a dream that matches my energies and motivations. I've seen Hawaii and Alaska and the whales on TV. I know it's not the same as going for real, but it's certainly much easier and definitely less expensive.
When I was younger I wanted to learn to play the violin and to go back to school to get a MA. Later I changed my wants to learning to play the guitar instead of the violin, and I'm finished with schooling, although I do think about taking a class online.
I still have the desire to write a book. But I do wonder if I wait a few years to actually write one, how all the new technology will affect that enterprise. Besides wanting to say something, I also want to make money. In the future will this dream be worth anything?
It's good to have dreams. It's good to be realistic. I do dream about living to be 95 like my grandma did, although that may take too much work and it may take too long!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Skirting the Issue
A true story
I was attending Bible college in Denver at least a few years ago now. Cinderella City, a mall in Englewood, was very new--probably a couple years old. I had gone to the mall by myself, and in the middle of the open floor space a petting zoo had been brought in.
What I remember the most were the baby goats. The were very cute and pretty active. I was bending over to pat some little guy, and suddenly I felt a tug on the back of my skirt. I turned quickly around. There was another little "precious" goat with the whole back of my skirt in its mouth. I yanked on it. It all came out very easily, but I was left with a very large (bigger than a frisbee) circle with a lovely green tint to it.
Of course I was embarrassed. If only someone else had been there with me--we could have smirked and laughed together. By myself I could only look around to see who was watching. There was no one as far as I could tell. I think I went and sat down to let the wet spot dry for a little while, and then I left the mall quickly like a prairie dog running for cover.
Good times and good memories.
I was attending Bible college in Denver at least a few years ago now. Cinderella City, a mall in Englewood, was very new--probably a couple years old. I had gone to the mall by myself, and in the middle of the open floor space a petting zoo had been brought in.
What I remember the most were the baby goats. The were very cute and pretty active. I was bending over to pat some little guy, and suddenly I felt a tug on the back of my skirt. I turned quickly around. There was another little "precious" goat with the whole back of my skirt in its mouth. I yanked on it. It all came out very easily, but I was left with a very large (bigger than a frisbee) circle with a lovely green tint to it.
Of course I was embarrassed. If only someone else had been there with me--we could have smirked and laughed together. By myself I could only look around to see who was watching. There was no one as far as I could tell. I think I went and sat down to let the wet spot dry for a little while, and then I left the mall quickly like a prairie dog running for cover.
Good times and good memories.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Lesson
She wasn't sure why she had done it. She really hadn't done it since that time she had been in the tree in the backyard. A bird had landed on the branch above where she was sitting high above the ground. It had said a few chirpy words to her and then had made a deposit on her black sweater and flown away. When she wiped it it off, it had smeared on her fingers in a white streak. She had then wiped it on the front of her shirt.
After she quickly climbed down the tree and run in the house to tell Mama, her mama hollered at her and told her she should not have wiped the poo with her hand but should have come inside and let her clean it off with soap and water. Now she had smeared it and had to change her clothes.
Ever since then when she got anything on her shirt, she just let it stay there until she could wash it off and scrub it with soap or cleaner. The time however, when she dropped spaghetti sauce on her white blouse, she had immediately reached up and wiped it with her hand. There now was a streak all down the front and it was nearly time for her to meet her boyfriend's parents. Now they would know who she really was.
There was always the second impression.
After she quickly climbed down the tree and run in the house to tell Mama, her mama hollered at her and told her she should not have wiped the poo with her hand but should have come inside and let her clean it off with soap and water. Now she had smeared it and had to change her clothes.
Ever since then when she got anything on her shirt, she just let it stay there until she could wash it off and scrub it with soap or cleaner. The time however, when she dropped spaghetti sauce on her white blouse, she had immediately reached up and wiped it with her hand. There now was a streak all down the front and it was nearly time for her to meet her boyfriend's parents. Now they would know who she really was.
There was always the second impression.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
The New Year
So far, the new year feels pretty much like the old year. Same job. Same house. Save co-workers. Same family. Same me. I guess that's the main thing...the same me. I would like to make resolutions that, if kept, would change me for the better. Here's a possible list:
I will exercise everyday.
I will eat only healthy food in moderate amounts.
I will watch only television and movies that have good moral content with no violence, language or anything that would cause carnal thoughts.
I will vacuum something every day.
I will always do the dishes and wipe the counters after supper.
I will quit being a procrastinator.
I will witness to my co-workers weekly.
I will read my Bible every day and read it through every year.
I will paint my fingernails.
I will start writing my book.
And for good measure, I will strive to be perfect and not be satisfied with my imperfections.
But alas, that last one is the sticking point. For the most part, I'm okay with my imperfections. I don't expect perfection, and I don't even plan to strive for it. This is my life, and I'm okay with that.
Why spoil imperfection?
I will exercise everyday.
I will eat only healthy food in moderate amounts.
I will watch only television and movies that have good moral content with no violence, language or anything that would cause carnal thoughts.
I will vacuum something every day.
I will always do the dishes and wipe the counters after supper.
I will quit being a procrastinator.
I will witness to my co-workers weekly.
I will read my Bible every day and read it through every year.
I will paint my fingernails.
I will start writing my book.
And for good measure, I will strive to be perfect and not be satisfied with my imperfections.
But alas, that last one is the sticking point. For the most part, I'm okay with my imperfections. I don't expect perfection, and I don't even plan to strive for it. This is my life, and I'm okay with that.
Why spoil imperfection?
Friday, December 30, 2011
Christmas 2011
I have been on vacation since Friday, 122311. My vacation was supposed to start on Saturday, but the county commissioners decided to allow all county employees to have a half day of paid time off on Friday (saying "off on" disturbs me a little, but I'm leaving it in). It was a wonderful gift, especially just before Christmas. I had already planned to be off through January 2. My husband has been on vacation as well. We really haven't done much, but it's been nice to be home together.
We actually haven't had Christmas with our daughter Jen yet (she's in China). We had mailed a Christmas box to her on 121911,which was the last day for international packages to be delivered before Christmas; that is, if the box went through Customs alright. Well, on Wednesday, two days later the box came back to us--we had forgotten to sign the mailing statement. It wasn't just our problem. The Post Office person who originally took our box to mail it, did not notice that the label wasn't signed, even though she looked over the whole thing to make sure it was all filled out.
We had thought we were going to have to pay for the box all over again ($80), but when we mailed it the second time, the guy at the Post Office said we didn't have to pay that amount again. We just had to pay almost another $20 because we had added a couple more things to a larger box. Anyway the box didn't get mailed until Friday of that week. We were told that it was still possible that the box might arrive before Christmas. Well, this is the 30th, and we have not yet heard that Jen has received her box. I hope she gets it before we have to go back to work so we can still have Christmas with her.
Mostly this Christmas season has been great! We have enjoyed the time and the gifts. We are thankful that God gave the very best gift for the world, His only begotten son, full of grace and truth.
We actually haven't had Christmas with our daughter Jen yet (she's in China). We had mailed a Christmas box to her on 121911,which was the last day for international packages to be delivered before Christmas; that is, if the box went through Customs alright. Well, on Wednesday, two days later the box came back to us--we had forgotten to sign the mailing statement. It wasn't just our problem. The Post Office person who originally took our box to mail it, did not notice that the label wasn't signed, even though she looked over the whole thing to make sure it was all filled out.
We had thought we were going to have to pay for the box all over again ($80), but when we mailed it the second time, the guy at the Post Office said we didn't have to pay that amount again. We just had to pay almost another $20 because we had added a couple more things to a larger box. Anyway the box didn't get mailed until Friday of that week. We were told that it was still possible that the box might arrive before Christmas. Well, this is the 30th, and we have not yet heard that Jen has received her box. I hope she gets it before we have to go back to work so we can still have Christmas with her.
Mostly this Christmas season has been great! We have enjoyed the time and the gifts. We are thankful that God gave the very best gift for the world, His only begotten son, full of grace and truth.
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