The day spent in the hospital waiting room turned out to be productive on many fronts. Pop's heart surgery went fantastically and he's already off the ventilator. It should be mentioned that he yanked the breathing tube from his gullet as he surfaced from the knock-out juice. But all is well the nurses reported when we visited last night. And since Pop was munching on ice chips and talking with us, we are very happy to see this as truth. And relieved that the surgeon knew his shit and put Pop's heart back together correctly. Because one never really knows.
Since my mother was hospitalized for so very long a time back in 2004, my preferred way of denying that I'm actually spending time in a hospital is to make jewelry. I find this activity very therapeutic and productive all at once. Multitasking at its best, I say. So I made a necklace. A very nice one I believe. I'd show it off here but that I would mean I have a picture of it, which I don't. Because unlike the boy scouts, I am almost never prepared.
Maybe there is some sort of grant I can tap into that researches whether time spent sitting in hospital waiting rooms can enhance creativity. If that's the case, I should have a hell of a lot more to show from the amount of time I've spent in hospital waiting rooms over the past 5 years, than just an ulcer and more gray hair.
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