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Friday, Mar. 07, 2008 7:31 P.M.
From no news to much news - zing!
I have no news other than to say Terry is feeling better. Yes that is good news, but this is turning crazy. I give you a rundown.
The stages of Terry's diagnosis.
1. It is pneumonia
I had a prescient (neener of huge proportions.) view of how this would all turn out. Though words of cancer were said after the fact and blood clot in the lungs was discussed, I never had that moment of doom and gloom. I really thought it was all stuff they could treat with meds.
I have to admit, the asthma was a total WTF.
They have decided that what they thought might be something else, was in fact scar tissue or shadow. He is on the mend and sounds better every day. They are sending him home tomorrow, (Saturday.)
Ahh what a difference a few hours make. I started this post around 9:00 this morning. It is now 6:20pm. As we speak (so to speak) he is in his recliner. He just finished his bowl of stew and is reading his comics.
He feels 100% better. He looks better too except the gravel in his voice from coughing. I can live with that. So can he. And drum roll here. He has been 5 days without a cigarette!! (And the crowd roars, and little children and old ladies weep)
I am putting a counter for him on the bottom of my page here. It helps. It really does. I look at mine once in a while now. I use to look at it daily. Now I only do when someone asks.
I almost didn't want to post part of this entry. It seems like every time something comes up with one of us, someone else is suffering a similar problem. Mary's dear sweet mom was suffering a pleural effusion just a few days ago. I sometimes worry you guys are going to think I make this stuff up.
Trust me, I don't.
Anyway, Terry's better and I'm feeling pretty good myself right now. I haven't been reading much. I got kind of gloomy this week and not only that, I kind of stayed to talking on the phone and playing games. I think I'm back now. It will take forever to try to catch up with every entry of yours and yours and the rest of you, so I may scan a bunch. Please forgive me if I miss anything important.
I leave you on a more lighthearted note.
A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought
she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called
the family Doctor to discuss the problem.
The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could
"Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "Stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you.
That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself,
"I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."
Then in a normal tone he asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?'"
Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife
"Honey, what's for dinner?"
"Honey, what's for dinner?"
"Ralph, for the FIFTH freakin' time, IT'S CHICKEN!"
Finding humor wherever I look - 12:12 A.M. , Friday, Mar. 14, 2008