I’m at my Mothers house, typing this on my phone. Hopefully I can email it.
Arriving in the US was like landing in a third world country. Fort
Lauderdale airport was very disappointing. We went thru security to make
our connection and the terminal was dirty, overcrowded and had totally
insufficientfood and seating facilities. There was only one “food stand”, a
Nathans Hot Dogs, and it was filthy. The coffee was full of “floaties”
(cockroach shit?) I took it back. A teeny bag of french fries weighed
(seriously) about two pounds from the grease. Poison. That bag was like
holding a 2 pound scuba weight. The vents on the Coke mchine were clogged
with dust and the employees bad attitudes were self evident. Horrible.
Intolerable. That’s Terminal H at Fort Lauderdale Airport. Beware!
Arriving in DC has been an improvement. We usually use Baltimore, but this
time we landed at Washington National (the people from here will never call
it Reagan National). BWI is better, but this was OK. It was way past my
bedtime when we finally got to my Moms. I got some funny looks because the
OI Girl was handling the luggage, while I just stood there, a cripple.
Yesterday my Mom took us all over. Shopping. The OI Girl bought a new
purse, a cool hat and clothes.
I bought a new laptop, (but I’m typing this from my phone, in bed.) It is a
sweet laptop, another Toshiba, dual core Intel processor, 13.3 inch screen
with a fingerprint reader and webcam all built in. It has Windows Vista,
which will take a little getting used to. But I really like it.
Today is the unveiling of my Fathers tombstone, then the OI Girl and my Mom
will tour DC a little while I go see an old Navy buddy of mine. One of my
oldest friends. We’ve been outta touch for over 10 years. Its going to be
great!
Yesterday I threw away my bandage and had my first real shower in a week. I
haven’t shown the OI Girl my scar yet. I’m afraid she’s going to be shocked.
Tomorrow we head to Ohio.
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It’s my birthday! I forgot till the OI Girl told me this morning! It’s also Anduins Bday, go tell her HBD too!
Soon We go to the airport, I’m sneaking this post while the OI Girl is in the other room!

Today is the last day before we Travel to the US. I feel fit enough, I was worried I wouldn’t. I have to pack, I’m taking my biggest suitcase, at the The OI Girl’s request, so she has room to put the stuff she buys. It will be almost empty on the way up.

I really want a new laptop. And Taco Bell.

I saw my new scar for the first time yesterday. It is much bigger than I thought. I took a pic with my cell phone camera. What you see in the pic is my right hip, my legs are to the left and my you-know-what is under the blue cloth. My skin is kind of wrinkly from the old bandage they just took off. And bruised. And I have one blue ball, which I won’t show you. The doc says it looks good, and I’m inclined to beleive him. I feel better than I expected.

Today I have an appointment to have my dressing changed. It will be the first time seeing my new scar. Since I can’t drive, I’m taking the bus, which on this island, is a mini van. How I’m going to get from the bus to the hospital is anybodies guess, I rekkon the OI Girl could leave work and take me. What a hassle this no driving stuff is. I guess I could walk the hundred million miles from the bus to the hospital. Can’t drive, but it’s OK to walk a hundred million miles!
Also the doctor told me I can’t get my wound wet for a week. That means crappy showers. Hoseoffs, really. Once I can get it wet, I’m getting in the SEA! I can’t wait for that.
I’m really glad I got the operation done right away. I have a friend who’s got a similar thing and is putting it off.
Also, I notice in the car, when the OI Girl is driving, I’m very sensitive to bumps and sharp turns and stuff. I think that if we were all more sensitive in this way, we’d all be better drivers. With this thing on my side, I think a crash would hurt like hell, I realize that even without this thing on my side, a crash’d still hurt like hell, but I don’t seem as aware of it usually.
Very interesting!

I’m home, it went better than I thought! Now, instead of feeling like I was kicked in the nuts, I feel like I was punched in the stomach! A vast improvement! And it’s getting better fast!

Next tragedy, I think found out I have high blood pressure!

And, I think the OI Girl stole my dawg. We had a thunderstorm this morning, and guess whose side of the bed he went to, to vocally vent his concerns and seek assurance? It wasn’t mine! Drat!

Here it is, my last day at work for about a month. It sounds good but it isn’t. Tomorrow is my operation. I’ll be glad when it’s over.
Yesterday I met with the anesthesiologist. I didn’t know I would be on a breathing machine.
I’ll just be glad when it’s over.

I got my house blueprints yesterday afternoon. They look pretty good, I have to make one change that I see off the top.Not much to say today. I didn’t sleep much last night, I feel OK though.I bought the OI Girl a new phone, a Treo 680. She likes it. Ibought myself one too, I don’t really like it because it is too much like my old one, a Treo 650. It has twice the memory but I can’t really justify it to myself. I was planning on getting her one as soon as they got them in, but I impulsed one for me too. Mine is all beat to hell though.

Not necessarily in that order.
I’m at work right now, but I’m getting ready to run to the hospital for a blood test. I haven’t had breakfast or coffee. I want my coffee.
Yesterday was a good day, I went to the beach all day. First it rained when I got there, but I waited it out and it got sunny. I have a few red parts today!
Well, I’m off!

Yesterday turned out a lot better than it started. I went to the beach, and went to the Sea Swim. I got 2nd place in my age group and 28th overall out of (I think) 96 swimmers. Then I came home and got cleaned up and went on a mini grocery run, (Express lane, 10 items or less) and came home and ate half a chicken and watched a movie. Here’s a couple of pics, for no reason, one’s is a piece of wood that has a fence growing through it, the others are an ancient trash can that has been grown around by a tree, the contents of the trash can seem to be stuck in there permanently.