LEAF BLOWING AND OTHER FUN ACTIVITIES

 I LIKE LEAF. BLOWERS !!!!!!!  I find great satisfaction in blowing a mess of leaves off my lanai or lawn.   It is almost as enjoyable as power washing the lanai.  

I know you're thinking, "Is she NUTS????"  Probably !  But II feel very young and productive doing both those tasks.  (Although I usually make more of a mess than there was when I started.  I was one of those kids who ALWAYS jumped into a pile of leaves.  Much to the chagrin of my dad and our neighbors.) To be quite clear, I HATE raking leaves. But with a leaf blower I will spend hours out side. Squirrels and bunnies beware !   

My first leaf blower was one that Husband and I bought when we bought our house on Long Island.  We had a decent size front and side lawn that would be totally covered with leaves once September arrived.  Husband was a creature of habit and would only use a rake to gather leaves. (He also had the belief that if God put the leaves there God could clean them off.  The same went for snow.). But then guilt would raise its ugly head and the entire family was enlisted to RAKE LEAVES.  We HATED it !!!!   The kids would disappear within seconds of Husbands announcement that "today we ALL rake leaves".  I would attempt to make it a game but the kids were too smart for that.  Finally I woke up and bought a leaf blower. SO much better !!!!!

We left the leaf blower with the house when we moved from NY. to FL because we were moving into a community that. provided lawn service. Once a week there would be an invasion of Guatemalans racing around everyone property cutting lawns and blowing leaves.  When Husband died and I moved into a condo and met The Man I started traveling north to MI in. the summer. In MI we live on a farm that has lots of trees but because no one cares, no one rakes leaves.  So why does The Man have THREE leaf blowers?   (Haven't figured that one out yet.).   When we arrived at the farm each year I checked out the property and figured out where my leaf blowing skills were needed. It keeps me busy most of the summer. The MI leaf blowers are large and heavy so I have to pace myself.  I do enjoy it. 

This year because of my heart surgery I remained in Florida for the entire summer while The Man returned to the farm.  He misses me.  Awwwwww.  How sweet.  I will be traveling up there in a few weeks to experience my FIRST winter in Northern MI.  (Yes I am actually looking forward to spending the holidays up North.).    But back to the leaf blower.   When I returned home after 3 weeks in the hospital I realized my "garden" on the lanai was OUT OF CONTROL !!   Some sort of weed had invaded everything.  My climbing, flowering plant by the door was dead and there were leaves EVERYWHERE.   Being 3 weeks out of the hospital there was NO WAY I was going to do any gardening.  I could barely stand on my own no less rake leaves.  I blocked it out of my mind and went on my merry way to rrcovery, which included a LOT of naps.     

Fast forward to about a week ago when I realized I was no longer exhausted and I was able to do just about anything. That was when my Amazon account went through the roof.  I bought an electric scrubber for the bathroom showers.  I bought an electric can opener.  I bought a reading light for over my bed AND most importantly, I bought a LEAF BLOWER.   Even though I live in a community that provides lawn service I have a very large lanai that, even though it is completely screened in, fills with leaves.  Some blow in from outside when I leave the door open but most of them come from the various plants that I have growing in my garden.  (Inside on 2 sides of the screened in lanai there is a 2 foot wide section of dirt that can be used for planting. It doesn't sound like much but there is probably about 50 feet of soil in which I have experimented with over the 9 years we have lived here. ). Sadly none of my experiments were successful.     And so I have a lovely border around my Lani filled with weeds. 

But now, when I return to. FL in February when it hopefully will be cooler I. can pull weeds and blow them into the trash with my handy dandy. leaf blower. 

MICHIGAN RETURN

 Hang on to your hats . . . the blogs are about to resume.    I finally have something to write about thanks to my return to The Farm and The Man.  I had a WONDERFUL 6 months of living on my own.  Even with a month of surgery and rehab and temperatures in the 90's I still had a great time spending the summer in my condo.  

   To refresh your memory, The Man and I were in Florida for the whole winter. But once the weather started to warm up to boiling The Man knew he had to head back North to his home.  Mid April found him riding back to MI with his son where he immediately got sick and ended up in the hospital for a few days.  Once that passed he has been doing fantastic living "alone".  He has "helpers" coming in every day, seven days a week and his nephew moved in so that The Man would not be alone at night.  Win, win for everyone.  The Man has flourished and I was living my best life alone in FL.  (Except for the nightly one hour phone calls from The Man EVERY night I was free as a bird.). 

But all good things must come to an end.   After recouping from my heart surgery for 3 months and hearing EVERY NIGHT  how much The Man misses me I have been "guilted" into going back to Michigan to see The Man. The idea of not having to spend an hour or more every night talking about nothing was incentive enough to get my butt on a plane and head north. I have heard nothing since I arrived here except how much I am loved which is a lovely thing to hear.  Now it is my job to get The Man to settle down and stop hovering and directing and advising me about everything from how to cook dinner to taking out the garbage.   It seems I must have had brain surgery instead of heart surgery because The Man thinks I need constant supervision. (Actually he isn't that far off in his thinking.). Time will pass and we will settle back into our old routine of me being in charge and him being too afraid to speak. 

Before returning to The Farm I prepared myself for the changes I would have to make.  Number 1 being the change in climate.   Not the outside climate . . .   the temperature IN the house.  So far the weather outside is perfect.  High 60's, sun shine, slight breeze. PERFECT !!!!!!!   Apparently The Man does not open a. window or door to see what the weather is. He just looks at the calendar and decides that it is now mid October so the heat in the house MUST go on.  I am dying !!!  This house is so hot I can bake bread by just leaving it on the counter top. I have to return to my Ninja mode where I sneak around turning down the thermostat whenever The Man is not looking. It is going to be a long 4 months until my return to independent living in FL. 

Number 2 changes are food.  I lost about 15 pounds after my heart surgery. Mostly from the 2 weeks post op that I had zero appetite. It has been enough of an incentive to watch what I am eating.  Living alone. it is easy. Living with an ice cream addict it is nearly impossible.  I mean, who eats ice cream for breakfast?? Yup, you guessed it. I got the man drinking smoothies for breakfast but in order to make his smoothie even better he adds ice cream.  Then he has lunch of a sandwich which he doesn't like to eat alone even though I don't eat lunch.  And forget about dinner.  No more just a salad for me, it must be accompanied by a steak or burger or (ugh) potato sausage.  I am doing my best but it sure  isn't as easy as living alone. 

Numbers 3 & 4 . . . sleep and TV.  I have become accustomed to watching anything I want from 7PM till 1AM.  I never turn on the TV during the day and when I do watch TV it is something quirky, funny or romantic.  NEVER a war movie or western. I will get my dinner, head for the couch and turn on the TV ready for a night of binge watching.  I come to MI and it is Fox News at 5 for sure. It is usually preceded by what ever other news is on from the time The Man gets up from his nap around 3 till dinner time when we eat at the kitchen table watching Fox TV.  The Man showers shortly after dinner and heads for bed by 7:15.  At 7:15 at night I am just getting ready to settle down to dinner and several hours of TV. But now I have someone asking when I am coming to bed because he is lonesome. 

It will take some time for me to readjust to "married" life.  So until I do you can expect blogs on a pretty regular basis. I hope you enjoy but even if you don't I need to write to keep from killing someone I am living with.  

THE "UN" SMART TV

To be honest it is not the TV that is not smart, it is the person who purchased the TV who is just not living in the 21st century.   LORD !!!   How does he manage to function on a daily basis?????????

One guess who I am talking about. . .    YUP !!  Once again The Man has managed to screw up a soup sandwich. Or to put it another way,  "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ?????????????"

Let me back up a bit for those of you who may not be familiar with The Man and his many screw-ups.  I will be the first to tell you he is a lovely person and I am delighted to have him in my life.  But I am also delighted that he is now at his home up in Michigan while I remain here in Florida "recovering" from surgery in July.  The Man chose to leave the sunny south in April so he could be home in his house.  i totally agreed with that decision. At that time he was not doing well physically so I knew he wanted to be in his home with his family near by.  I actually was quite happy with his decision because I did not think I could handle surgery and The Man at the same time.  (If you have ever had your spouse take care of you during your recovery from anything you know what I am talking about. You could have lost both your arms and legs and you would still be expected to cook dinner and entertain them. )

And so The Man is now into his third month of living "alone" up on his farm.  But . . .  he is not alone. (Thank goodness!)  His nephew has moved in with him to be there to help cook, and give him a hand with daily chores.  The Man also has aides coming in 7 days a week for 4 hours a day.  They do laundry, shop and clean and do what ever else The Man may challenge them with.  Naturally none of them are as smart as The Man so when they don't know how to make an egg salad sandwich or put the sheets on the bed the "RIGHT" way The man goes into a tizzy for days.   

About a month ago The Man decided he wanted to buy a "SMART TV"  to put out in the living room so we could stream shows out there instead of watching on my computer.  Both of the other TV's in the house are so ancient that we have a gerbil on a wheel  running round and round to provide power to turn the TV's on.   (No, not really.  We have a raccoon.)     Anyway . . .  The Man decided he wants to put a smart TV in the living room, (That would be the room that he NEVER goes into)  I have gotten into the habit of going into the living room at night after dinner to get away from the TV and The Man.  So much for that !!

The Man has asked a thousand questions about Smart TV's so he would be prepared to  purchase one on line and have his nephew pick it up and bring it home.  I assured him that all he would have to do is plug it in, go to  one of the streaming venues, aka Netflix or Hulu and enter our pass word for that service.  (I spend a small fortune for all these sites so we would be good to go.)  

Two nights ago I got a phone call from "Mr Happy" all proud of himself that he bought a Smart TV which is now sitting in the living room on the new TV stand that I suggested he buy. (It was either buy a small piece of furniture or survive the goat screw that would happen if he and the nephew decided to hang the TV on the wall. )  The two of them put the cabinet together and put the TV up on it. He even sent me a picture to show me how great they did.  I wrote back that it looked wonderful and they did indeed "Do Good".   Ten minutes later my phone rang.It was The Man asking me for my ROKU password.     HUH ??????     Why would you need my ROKU password if you bought a Smart TV????  We have ROKU on the 2 TV's in the house. It came free when we switched over to "fiber Optic" service last year.  But because it did not allow Netflix and a few other streaming apps we decided to get a SMART TV !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

After going around in circles with The Man for ten minutes I asked to speak with his nephew.  (Who apparently was not much smarter than The Man. )   I know EXACTLY what happened. The Man went on line to look for TV's at Walmart, saw one one sale and bought it thinking all TV's now are Smart!!! (Which I guess is true because the TV sure is a lot smarter than it's purchaser.)   The TV is NOT   a smart TV it is a ROKU TV.     You have to buy the streaming services that you want even though you already have subscriptions for all of them.   

So now I am paying for Netflix and others so that I can enjoy TV here in FL while The Man is paying . . .  who knows how much a month for his ROKU services on a TV that is not smart.  

GOOD LORD !!!!!!!!!!!!

THERE MAY HAVE BEEN DRUGS INVOLVED

 I think I have lost two weeks of my life.  This is not a concern so much as a puzzle.  All I can attribute it to is drugs.  And to that I say. " THANK YOU VERY MUCH !"

I managed to survive the 60's without ever having tried any illegal substances. (God knew what he was doing when he kept me out of temptation. Or perhaps it was just that I was too dumb to need drugs or too dorky to know anyone who had drugs.). What ever the reason I have made it 80 years without ever being stoned.

Until now . . .  

Open heart surgery was almost 4 weeks ago and the more time that passes the more I realize that I have NO IDEA of where I was or what was real for the first 2 of those weeks.  Every day the fog fills my brain just a little more until I suspect the only evidence I will have of my hospital adventure will the the scar on my chest.  

It is an extremely weird feeling to have "memories" of something but not be sure if they are in fact memories of things that happened or some psychedelic random wanderings of my brain.  I remember bits and pieces of things . . .  The pattern of the tiles  on the floor of what I assume was my hospital room. Is that not a strange thing to have stuck in my. head?   I vividly remember a painting hanging on the wall at the foot of my bed. I remember this because I was endlessly entertained by the people in the painting who were moving around all the time. (I am told by my children that the painting contained not a single person. But I swear to you there were people and a flock of seagulls flying around.). I apparently spent a lot of time laying in the bed with the painting to entertain me. I have no idea if this was in the ICU or cardiac recovery. It's all a blur.  Each day in the hospital I thought I was perfectly fine. No pain, no worries and now no memories.  One of my friends has told me the doctors probably had me pretty well drugged those first weeks so that I would rest and recover.  I remember being up and walking around. Sitting up in a chair each day to eat meals, (which I did not eat because I had zero appetite). This is really strange !  I don't remember individuals . . .  doctors, nurses, aides. It seemed there was a constant stream of people coming in and out of my room but I can't picture the room. I remember thinking I was in a hotel. A very old hotel with green tiles on the floor.  

I would really like to see a video of myself those first 2 weeks after surgery.  I can only imagine how entertaining that would be.  I know my son Kyle was with me every day even though I don't have a single memory of him being there until I went to the rehab facility.  That was when the cloud started to lift and I began making some sense of what was going on and where I was.  

One thing I DO remember is how freaking cold I was.  Perhaps it is kept so cold in hospitals so that if you should die the body will not decompose too quickly before the nurse answers the call button.   I have never been in a meat locker but I imagine the hospital rooms are at least twenty degrees cooler,  

I also remember the day about half way through my hospital stay when I had had enough and told the nurses I was going home NOW !!!  I was cold, tired, in need of some bathroom privacy and sick to death of nurses telling me I can't get out of the bed!!!!  My kids and the nursing staff managed to keep me from getting dressed and leaving, (as if I could have walked out on my own power.)  We came to an agreement that if I stayed one more day they promised I could leave after that.  I have a feeling they may have bumped up my medication right after that. 

WHY anyone would choose nursing as a profession is beyond me.  I guess it has its rewarding moments but as far as I could tell the poor nurses are overworked, underpaid and definitely un appreciated.  For the little I can remember I wouldn't want me as a patient.  

Hopefully the "nightmare" is over. Not that there was anything horrible that I had to endure but that sense of helplessness, frustration and fatigue really wears on you.  

Did I forget to mention the strange clock that was in my hospital room ?  Every night I would go to sleep around 8:00 PM.  (The time was determined by the staff so that they could fit in rounds and the changing of the shift.). Everyone would get tucked into bed, given medications and lights out.  There I would lay staring at the clock on the wall. (The moving painting was now a past memory).  I SWEAR to you I would look at that damn clock and it would say 8:02.  The next time I looked at the clock it would say 8:01.  HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE ?????  This would go on all night long.  I would look at the time only to realize it was earlier then when I had checked it before.  I would watch the clock, doze off,, check the clock again and finally fall asleep at about 3:30 AM.  Just in time for the nurses to come busting into the room at FOUR in the morning to get me up and ready for the day. The door would slam open, all the lights would go on and a cheerful, sadistic  evil nurse would say "Good Morning! Would you like to get up ad sit in the chair?"   There is no correct answer to this question. No matter what my response I ended up in that freaking chair, freezing and waiting for 7:30 AM when I might be fortunate to have something hot served for breakfast.   

Sadly these are the memories I have managed to retain.  

HOW DID I EVER MAKE IT THIS FAR. ???????

 Almost every day you can find some silly little thing on the internet about how the Baby Boomer generation actually survived their childhood in spite of no bike helmets, concrete playgrounds, drinking from a hose and any number of other things that should have killed us before the age of 10.  And yet here we are.  

UNLESS . . . You are now that "lucky" senior who is blessed with loving children who want to protect you from the ravages of time.  Because Grand ma and grandpa have now suddenly become brain dead and totally incapable of making decision on our own.  

GOD HELP US !!!!!!!!!!.     

My recent adventures with open heart surgery have brought forth the masterful take over of my body and brain by my loving children.   All those years when I thought I was at least a little bit smarter than my kids has proven not only false but deadly.  All because they "LOVE ME" !!!    I realize that my children have patiently awaited this day when they will have their revenge.  Mom is no l longer in charge, the kids are and heaven help the old lady sho is left to their mercy.

Let's start at the beginning . . .   I have managed to make it to a ripe old age of 80 only by the grace of God.   He blessed me with  parents who gave me life and managed not to kill me during my teenage years.  I don't know how I survived my college years other than God must have had a plan where I would have children just so they could have their revenge.  My  life was full of blessings. The most precious ones being my 3 children.  

My kids are amazing adults. Kind, generous, loving and evil.  I know they think they are helping but Lord save me from their care. And to think I would have moved mountains to live near them.  Now all I want to do is hide when I hear them coming.

From the moment the decision was made to under go this surgery my kids rallied like Custer at his last stand.   Phone calls were made between them, calendars were consulted, vacations were moved and I began to slide into the vortex of The Black Hole of my deadliest nightmares.  I had not realizes just how great a job I did raising these people.  They are smart, competent and well meaning. If only they would be taking care of someone other than me..  I would be so proud of them. 

It seems that mom going into the hospital for "serious" surgery meant that mom would suddenly become brain dead, incompetent, frail, need to be under their watch 24/7 and STUPID !!  The looks that would pass between siblings when I would  say or do anything no longer mean, "Isn't mom funny!  Look how cute she is when she is drooling mashed peaches into her Ensure."  Now the looks that pass between my kids mean so much more, first and foremost being, "OH GOD !  She has totally lost it and we are going to be taking care of her for years on end."  

Am I the same person who had heart surgery just 3 weeks ago?  YUP !  Do I need diapers and a bib?  NO! Not quite.  Is my brain still a bit fuzzy from being under anesthesia for several hours?  Yes !  Do I still know my name and how to wipe my. own butt?  YES ! There seems to be no middle ground here. I am either a half step from being a Kumquat or am so old that all I'm good for is clearing dishes from the table and bringing in the mail.  I might as well be a German Shepherd.  

My first born child arrived on the scene shortly after I was out of recovery.  (We shall call him "K 1" ) I do not remember ANY of those days.  I know the kids were there for me and had a plan of attack for when I would come home to an empty house.  It is a good plan and one I truly appreciate.  BUT . . . My first born child is Type A personality. I am sure there is a power point presentation for any and all who care to know how well I will be cared for.  He arrived with a full menu plan for the next 3 weeks. He is an excellent cook but I really think I may have appreciated being consulted in deciding what I would like to eat.  So far we have feasted on Salmon, swordfish and chicken. All gourmet meals but I am craving a simple bowl of spaghetti with sauce.  "K1" has taken care of laundry and "cleaning" all while working from here a full 8 hours a day.  If I make the slightest sound he suddenly appears out of nowhere to ask if I am "OK".  I am constantly asked if I want/need anything but my lips are sealed.  My fingers are itching to get into my kitchen to clean off the counter tops and put things away.  (I too am a Type "A" personality and it KILLS me to have to just sit and watch.). 

"K1" is also showing signs of being equipped to do nursing and physical therapy.  I have only just arrived home from a week in a rehab facility and "Richard Simmons" is concerned that I am loosing ground. If I don't get back to therapy I may spend the rest of my life in bed from lack of moving for 2 days.  Meanwhile the surgeon kept impressing on me that I am STILL HEALING inside and I need to "take it easy".  I guess that means that I can not open a bottle of aspirin but I can be made to march in place of 45 minutes until I drop dead.  

But it is all being done in the name of LOVE. 

MY COMPUTER HAS A MOLE

 I"Ve been watching way too much TV lately.  Lawyers, cops, aliens, . . .   you name it,  I'm watching it.  (The perks of living alone.  I get to watch what I want whenever I want.). The down side of this is that I am becoming paranoid.  My computer and TV seem to be "listening to and/or watching ME !   I think there is spy ware at play.   Good thing I don't have any national secrets to hide.

Let me explain.     Facebook seems to be the worst or best at tracking my emotions, decisions, choices, life.     If I see something on Facebook that looks interesting I may pause to check it out.  Natural curiosity if you will.  I am wary about opening up things because I know there is a little mole in my computer that is just waiting for me to show an interest in compression socks or whatever. If I pause more than 3 seconds on any given "pop-up" I am guaranteed to be bombarded with an avalanche of web sites and phone calls trying to sell me their brand of whatever.  Ads will show up on my phone, in my snail mail, in my "in box" of my e-mail. I will get phone calls trying to sell me things. Billboards on the highway will say, " We know you're shopping for _______, just call us at XXXXXX.  . The only thing I have not been subjected to is fliers being dropped from a helicopter that is circling my house. 

Apparently the mole is not very intelligent.  Not only do I receive offers for the most comfortable sheets in the world, recipes for all sorts of desserts, (I can't imagine why those are sent to me), and a vast assortment of diets and health food suggestions.  (Which is quite silly since they are sending all those great, fattening recipes.)  For some reason my computer also thinks that I need Nail Fungus cures, (I DO NOT have nail fungus but The Man did), advertisements for chair yoga, (I get at least three of these a day. I had hoped those would stop when I threw out all my chairs), lots of reference material for diabetes treatment, (I DO NOT have diabetes), weight loss and fire blanks for my kitchen.  (I swear I have NEVER set fire to my kitchen . . . )

Where in Hell do these things come from ?   There is either a hidden microphone in my couch or one of my so called friends is telling tales about me.  I guess this is the new age way of pranking.  When I was young the "fun" thing to do was to sign up someone you disliked for a years subscription of some stupid magazine like "Hemorrhoid Monthly",  Or order a pizza to be delivered to someone you wanted to annoy .  My computer is playing with me.  

If only I would get some information that would actually be useful to me.  I never get advertisements for cleaning products for my house.  Apparently my computer thinks I only sit on the couch eating snacks all day and night while soaking my fungus infected feet.  I REALLY don't know where they got that idea from. What I could use is helpful information on what is the best cure for insanity.  What is a sure fire way of winning the lottery. How can I make a Billion dollars sitting at home watching TV while eating snacks and soaking my fungus infected feet.  (REALLY . . .  I DO NOT HAVE TOE FUNGUS) 

I have searched my house for hidden cameras and microphones.  I have signed onto Facebook under a phony name, I stopped answering phone calls from unknown numbers but the "harassment" continues.  Can you imagine what it would be like if I actually bought one of the "suggested" items.  I would never hear the end of it.  

(PS . . . in case you are tracking all that I say and do I REALLY could use some help with that lottery winning information. )

THE JOKE IS ON ME

 I couldn't make this stuff up even if I tried . . .   When God has a plan then you had better just sit back and go for the ride.  When I have a plan God laughs.  

Today's plan was for me to be in the operating room right now with my heart stopped so the surgeon could fix my aortic valve.  It seemed like a good plan, It has been a long time coming with heart scans every 6 months for the past 15 years.  Each year there were small changes, nothing major but the cardiologist was watching me closely.  Then this year things were getting to a point of "poop or get off the pot".  The decision was made to have open heart surgery and take care of my poor old ticker.  A date was set for the surgery and all was getting ready for lift-off.

As with any surgery there are all the pre-op tests to be done. Last Thursday was set aside for all that. Arrive at the hospital at 7:30 and go through all the tests to be sure I was healthy enough to go through the surgery and recovery.  I passed everything with flying colors!  Meanwhile the previous weekend I had gotten a stomach virus where every thing I ate went right through me. So for the 5 days prior to the testing I had basically been eating nothing but toast, bananas and applesauce.  Fortunately for all involved my tummy settled down and I was ready to start eating normal food.  By last Thursday I was feeling back to normal.  I was ready for surgery !  Let's do this !

Then the second shoe dropped.  On Friday I woke up with a swollen cheek. (Not the butt one, the other cheek on my face). The gums in my mouth had been sore since I had a tooth pulled 3 weeks ago.  Just a little irritated, nothing to worry about.  Until my face swelled up.  Not horrifically where I looked like the Pillsbury Dough boy but swollen enough to notice.  With surgery now only 3 days away I wasn't sure what to do.  I spent the two hours from the time I woke up till about 12:30 before I decided to call my dentist who had pulled the tooth.  Naturally . . .  (God is chuckling) . . . Dr. "C"  leaves his office at noon on Fridays.  OK . . .   I can figure this out. I left a message with the answering service knowing someone would call me back eventually.   I called my regular dentist but she is leaving her practice for medical reasons so she was no longer available.  I called the dentist that I had seen a couple of months ago when we were trying to figure out if I needed a root canal, a cap or an extraction.  Her office closed at 2:00.  It was now 2:15.   (God is starting to laugh).  

By 2:30 I was pacing up and down trying to figure out my next move.  Then my phone rang !!  Hooray !!! Someone is paying attention.  It was Doctor "C's" office getting back to me.  Karen the secretary asked what was going on.  She told me the doctor would probably put me on an antibiotic.  I reminded her about my upcoming heart surgery and asked if taking an antibiotic would interfere with that.  She had to check with Dr. "C" and get back to me. Karen got back to be within about a half hour to say the medications should not make a difference. She will send a prescription to my pharmacy. 

Now one of the things that was made extremely clear to me at the pre-op meetings was that if ANYTHING,  ANYTHING . . . even a bug bite . . .  should occur before the surgery I needed to call the hospital immediately . ( I had called my surgeon's office early on in all this but no one answered. I left a message on their machine.)  I now called the hospital and was told by them that my surgery would probably have to be postponed. My surgeon would call me.   Sure enough within minutes the surgeons office called and told me it was in my best interest to postpone until all this got settled and the dentist could check me out.  Then, AFTER the surgeon got back from his 3 week vacation the office would set up another date for me.

I'm not sure if I was happy to get a reprieve or upset because I really wanted this over and done.  I think relief won that battle.  A whole month to relax more and prep for this couldn't be a bad thing. 

But by Saturday I was second guessing myself. "My gums were probably just sore from the stitches that were supposed to dissolve but are still in my gums.  That's probably what's rubbing and irritating my mouth,"  "I never should have called the dentist," "What was I thinking?" , "stupid me!" All day Saturday I was beating myself up thinking I had screwed the pooch.  (God is now laughing out loud).  

And this is where I am made aware that nothing is in my hands.  When God wants something to happen or, in this case, NOT happen HE makes sure we hear Him.

Sunday morning I woke up with a sore throat and as the day progressed it got worse. My eyes started to water and my nose began to drip or clog depending on the moment.  I realized that if all this nonsense had not happened I could have been in that operating room with a bunch of cold germs running around my system just waiting to attack.  There was NO doubt in my mind that all this was happening for a reason. What ever that reason is I will never know but what I DO know is that I was not meant to have surgery today.   

I guess I must be fairly stupid not to have gotten God's message the first time, or the second. Thankfully I heard the last message. If I hadn't paid attention to that I imagine I would have been hit by a bus. 

When God speaks you had better LISTEN !!!