Monday is the day my wife gets her wrist cut open at Miami Baptist, and as this is a mirror image of surgery she had on the right wrist last year we know exactly what is in store, and it ain't pretty, not even when she is pumped full of brain-dulling drugs. She'll murder me when she sees this post-op picture taken last year.
I crushed my thumb years ago and learned to my cost that doctors have a really hard time numbing extremities, and even though my wife, like many women, is tough when it comes to pain management this coming week will be brutal. We've done the pre-op, we've met the surgeon, we've got the paperwork under control, and we're braced for our share of the cost, not covered by insurance, which last year amounted to something over $6,000.
Gotta love free medical enterprise, pity we couldn't have surgeons bidding for the job, but there it is. The week upcoming doesn't look great for me either but I'm just the care giver so I will fade into the background, dispatch style, while all her friends gather round and cluck with her over her misfortune. Its a great thing to be a woman sometimes.
------- I crushed my thumb years ago and learned to my cost that doctors have a really hard time numbing extremities, and even though my wife, like many women, is tough when it comes to pain management this coming week will be brutal. We've done the pre-op, we've met the surgeon, we've got the paperwork under control, and we're braced for our share of the cost, not covered by insurance, which last year amounted to something over $6,000. Gotta love free medical enterprise, pity we couldn't have surgeons bidding for the job, but there it is. The week upcoming doesn't look great for me either but I'm just the care giver so I will fade into the background, dispatch style, while all her friends gather round and cluck with her over her misfortune. Its a great thing to be a woman sometimes.On a better note there was some sad news for Santa Claus this week. He was scheduled to land by seaplane at some gathering of young people in the Upper Keys and the float plane crash landed and sank just off the beach. A rather soggy Santa waded ashore to do the job and the pilot rather ruefully told the Citizen reporter he doubted he'd been good enough lately to merit a new plane. Apparently the kids thought differently- they figured he'd rescued Santa from a watery fate. No word on the fate of the reindeer.
Last week there was a picture of a hard working Santa at Bayview Park, the portly retired KWPD Sgt Bittinger, heavily disguised. So heavily disguised in fact he was in danger of passing out in the eighty-one degree heat. The picture showed Santa panting in the blast of a small portable fan.
Let no one says life's just a beach at 24 degrees north.
