Or like my Uncle Mike used to say, “two big ouches!”
No, not the pain of umpteen unnecessary needles for yet another useless lab, not the pain-in-the-ass newbie who won’t let me even try to get a few hours of sleep, and certainly not the minimal inconvenience of having six stents placed in my heart.
No, I am talking about a different kind of ouch.
After they placed the stents, they placed me in a post-op room for a while before transporting me back to my room. I mean how many times can you look around those little rooms at the beeping machines, the discarded needle covers, and other medical flotsam and jetsam?
Forty-eight seconds sounds about right.
There, under a blinking fluorescent light, behind a surgical mask, and even wearing glasses, I spotted Nurse Yum-Yum.
I’m a pig.
But not this time.
Amidst a sea of masked healthcare professionals, she stood out.
We ended up talking for well over an hour.
About each other’s spouses.
I felt like I knew this girl my entire life. We shared similar journeys and were simpatico on so many levels. I am very happy anytime I make a new friend, and I wish her nothing but the best this world has to offer, as I do any of my friends.
And this girl has some eyes, let me tell you. Only Karen’s sea green eyes trump them.
My wrist has healed from where they used my radial artery twice to invade my body. That is some sore stuff let me tell you.
But it could have been worse.
A lot worse.
So I am declaring myself as back once again.
I’ve said it before and will continue to do so until I am not.
The good thing, of very few good things that result from teetering on the precipice of death’s door, is that there are not wholesale changes I am going to have to make.
I am taking care of my diabetes.
I will make a few minor adjustments to my diet, but really that is all.
I didn’t have a heart attack based on my recent five years of life.
It was the 62 years before that got me., and I am seeking to learn what God has in store for me for the remaining steps of my Dance.
I feel very fortunate to continue on, especially with my soulmate Karen. I am actually starting to get over myself and start allowing her to help me more instead of pushing through and trying to show I’m still The Man.
Funny thing is, I am MORE of a man by letting her assist me, because we are a team, and it is what is best for the team that matters. Having played and competed, I totally buy-in to the team concept.
Here’s a thought.
What team are you on?
My team is the human race.