Deja Vu Who?

Captains Log Star Date December 18, 2008


Scene 6:  Sweety, sweety, wake up!  That my friends is my boo trying too wake me up in the recovery room.  Yes, I am in the recovery room again.  May I say that through it all my boo has been my rock.  All men may not say this about their wives, but I am going to say it about mine.  I have been truly blessed by God to be married to an angel, because what she's about to go through with me is definetly a test of faith.  Not once she did say, " I'm gone ", or " why me? ".  I said why me?   She said, " for better or for worse".  She's a Proverbs 31 lady, all day.  Okay, my eyes are welling up, I gotta move on.

Well, I am awake and in a daze.  Where am I?  I asked my boo. But before she could answer, my eyes came into focus and I wanted scream, NO NOT AGAIN!!  How can this be?  I wonder if I click my ankles 3 times (like Dorthy) would I go back to the day I first met Dr F.K? Or better yet, can I cross my arms and blink my way back, like the lady on I Dream of Genie?  I know, I'll do them both at the same time.  Ready, click and blink, click and blink, click and...  I guess not huh?  Oh well, I guess that only happens in the movies and TV shows.  Anyway, guess who comes in my room and says, " Hey, I think we got the bone secured, it shouldn't move again".  Guess, guess, you only get one guess though?  Give up?  It's Dr. F.K.  I wanted to say, did you really this time?  If not I would love to come back and do it again.  There's nothing I'd rather do than get an I.V. needle jammed in the smallest vein in my hand AGAIN.  Sarcasm alert, sarcasm alert.  What I really said was, okay, sounds good.  Why did you say that you ask?  I'm going to be serious for a moment.  Even though I have had 2 surgeries within a week of each other, I still believe that God will heal me, not him.  So, that being said, no matter what I say or think, God is in total control.  So as you read this on going story, you will see how God works.

Now, I am signing out to be released and I can't wait to go home.  While on the way home I am praying that I won't have a 3rd surgery.  That's a funny thing for me to say because there is NO WAY that could happen again, could it?  (That was a clue.)  Over the river and through the woods, back to our house we go.  Poor thing, if only I could help her get the fat kid in the house, but there's not much I can do being drugged up, cut up, and only having the use of one foot.  The only thing I could do was encourage her.  I did that by looking so HANDSOME!!  Picture this, 5 o'clock beard, droopy eyes, and a bit of drool on both sides of my mouth.  I know what you're thinking, WOW, what a stud, but I am happily taken.  Lucky me, back on the couch with all my necessities at my disposal.  Remote, iPod, FREEZE RAY MACHINE, and my handy dandy pee cup.  A Disney vacation has nothing on this vacation I'm having.  NOT!!!!  A side note, the only thing good about the FREEZE RAY MACHINE is that it made my house so cold it snowed and my kids could have a snowball fight ( Not Really ).  What memories we will have.

I asked myself  this question all the time:  Did I do the right thing?  Did I do the right thing?  Sure I did, I answered.  I will be back on my feet soon, as PROMISED.  Back to work as PROMISED.  Playing with my kids as PROMISED.  No pain, no gain right?  Can anyone sense by my tone that these promises were broken?  Want to hear a funny question?  How many of those promises do you think were kept?  By the way it's April 2011 and my first 2 surgeries were in December 2008.  Hmmmm?