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There Is No Golf

(While I'm away attending the "David Thoreau - Back to Nature" convention, held at the Hyatt in downtown Atlanta, my guest host ponders the existence of Golf.)

by Christopher Higgins

I have to admit the truth - I don't believe in Golf anymore. It is a waste of time for me.  Really I think it is a waste of time for most people.  A great Golf game is a mythical ideal that can never be attained so why try?  I've laid out the areas of Golf that show that it is a useless game.
 
Let's start with the game itself.  Golf is never the same from day to day.  One day I'll be really good at it and then I'll go to the exact same course the next day and do poorly.  I play great when it's sunny but high winds or a muddy course really throw me off.  And I think I've got the right club in my hand but I'll leave it short or put it in the water because the distance was wrong or I didn't hit it good.  Golf!  At my home course I shoot a steady 82 pretty much each time out.  I really like the course there.  Not really much of a challenge for me although I suppose if I tried some new things I might score better. That would certainly re-invigorate me. But when I go to South Carolina or Kentucky or to any new course I seem to fall away from my game.  Sometimes it's the excitement of a new course or sometimes its the dread of facing a new challenge.  I fall apart at a really tough course.   I'll have a few beers to either steady my nerves or to celebrate but it doesn't seem to help.  If I could just play the same course and the same way each time out Golf would be worth it to me. 

The rules are hard and strict.  You can't even move the ball if it lands in a terrible patch of ground - you have to play it where it lies. You have to call penalties on yourself and let me tell you, the temptations to "let it slide - no one will know" are great.  I'm sick of always counting every stroke.   You have to play from the same tees on each tee box once you've started a round.  Technically, there are supposed to be no mulligans as well. No rolling the ball in the sand.  So many rules.  They don't make sense. I mean, how can I enjoy Golf if I can't do it my way?  If the Golf Associations want more people to play, why don't they make the rules easier? Duh.

And the courses.  There are so many different kinds.  Some are longer, some are shorter.  Some have tons of sandtraps.  Some have too many water holes.  And I hate those long par 5s.  It's too hard.  I never score well on them.  You have to concentrate for so long and hard on them.  The little par 3s look easy but they're protected by bunkers and hills and nasty slopes.  A Golf course looks like a walk in the park but, boy, can it be hard on a Golfer.    

Learning to play is time consuming.  I bought the gear.  I never took a lesson or read any of the "experts" books though. I don't like listening to others tell me what's what. I figured I could do it myself. I practiced hard for a season but I went back to my old swing which is very inconsistent.  I just don't have time to practice. I know I should, but I don't score very well during a game anyway so what's the point?  You know it takes hours of hitting all your clubs, and putting, and pitching to get good?  Now who has time for that?  I don't like to think about Golf when I'm away from the course. I just want to go out and do great when I'm feeling really good.  Practice just bums me out.  I know some guys who I never see practice and they do great.  It's not fair. 

And Golfers themselves.  Or "Golfers" I should say because I suspect some of them aren't really Golfers from what I've seen them do.  Some of these guys play awful.  I don't even think it is Golf that they are playing.  Of these type of guys there are two kinds: The guys who don't practice and it shows but still call themselves Golfers because that's what they believe they are.  The other kind is the guys who actually do practice but just aren't very good.  They call themselves Golfers too.  Based on the play of both these kinds of "Golfers" I have concluded that Golf doesn't exist.  Otherwise many more people would be able to play great. 

And don't get me started on the cheaters in the game.  These guys miraculously find their balls in thickets that a rabbit couldn't run through.  Or their ball popped out of the creek onto the edge and we don't know how.  Or it kicked back in the fairway off a telephone poll.  I know one guy who rolled his in the sand. And we were playing for money!  Some "Golfers" have trouble with math or they keep an eraser in their pocket.  That's one of the reasons I don't believe in Golf anymore. Too many hypocrites.   

We may hear of great Golf games and golfers from yore but, c'mon, what does that mean to me in a practical sense?  Golfers are so inconsistent.  Take Ken Venturi for instance. He was leading the Masters in 1955 as an amateur.  On the last day, however, he 3-putted about 10 times and ended up losing.  What a choker.  How did he blow it?  And then, at the 1964 U.S. Open Venturi almost died because of his devotion to the game.  He won, but how dumb is it to put everything else in second place just to attain victory?   They say Ben Hogan was great and Tiger Woods is currently great but how do I know that? I mean, I've never seen them in person.  I've seen them on TV.  These Golfers and these Golf Tournaments are always after money.  These guys, driving around in their big cars.  They don't care about the game. And besides, they're born with talent so it was easy for them.

No, I don't believe in Golf anymore.  Too hard. Too restrictive. I'll play again when I see the perfect Golfer play the perfect game.
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Why We Call 'em the Stupid Party

A picture's worth a thousand words:

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Johnny, not John

Apropo of nothing in particular:  The name Johnny has a certain zing to it as opposed to John.  Johns are solid, dependable, strong fellows for the most part but they're just not Johnnys.  If you want notoriety or fame or to be liked you have to go by Johnny.  John Carson loses its hipness doesn't it?  Here is a partial list of Johnnys:

Johnny Appleseed
Johnny Ringo
Johnny Cool
Johnny Reb
Johnny Tremain
Johnny Unitas
Johnny Carson
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American Reading Habits

As a librarian and a literature major I am always stunned when I find out that there are some folks who hate reading or do not find it important to their lives. This report from ABCnews shows that 27% of Americans did not read ONE book last year!  (Picture me sputtering) 

Here are some excerpts, make of them what you will:

"Who are the 27 percent of people the AP-Ipsos poll found hadn't read a single book this year? Nearly a third of men and a quarter of women fit that category. They tend to be older, less educated, lower income, minorities, from rural areas and less religious."


"Whites read more than blacks and Hispanics, and those who said they never attend religious services read nearly twice as many as those who attend frequently."

"There was even some political variety evident, with Democrats and liberals typically reading slightly more books than Republicans and conservatives."

"The Bible and religious works were read by two-thirds in the survey, more than all other categories."


 
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Prayer

Since no one is ready for some Fantasy Football draft, ahem, let's switch to something a bit more universal.  

I read this by Oswald Chambers this morning. It is about concentrating during prayer. 

Some excerpts:

"Jesus did not say, 'Dream about your Father who is in the secret place,' but He said, '. . . pray to your Father who is in the secret place. . . .' Prayer is an effort of the will."

 

"We cannot seem to get our minds into good working order, and the first thing we have to fight is wandering thoughts."

 

"Unless you learn to open the door of your life completely and let God in from your first waking moment of each new day, you will be working on the wrong level throughout the day."



I confess that when I go to pray I have trouble staying on track.  It bothers me greatly.  I start off fine but soon I am wondering if the Wildcats will be good in football this year. Or what I should do on my day off this week. Or how come the media doesn't care about the Oil for Food scandal - the biggest scandal in history.  See how easily I can get off track?

That's why I like and respect some of the Catholic and Hebrew practices.  Some folks say you shouldn't say the same "mantra-type" prayer because you'll be in danger of doing your prayer by rote. This is a valid point.  One must manage that robotic tendency.  That's what Chambers is talking about.  I usually do not do a traditional type prayer but I think I will look into it.  I can see why the Jews and Catholics developed these.  It is because Man has difficulty focusing at times and needs as much help as possible when it comes to prayer.   And who doesn't feel closer to God when they pray the Lord's Prayer?  We should remember that Jesus prayed traditional "mantras" repeatedly while in the Garden of Gethsemane.  This may help me get started during my prayers and, once focused, I can then state clearly my desires. 
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Are You Ready for Some Fantasy Football?

I'm sick of Vick and it's time to pick a winning team. And Team starts with T and that rhymes with...Wait a minute! This is no musical! 

I want to get my disclaimer outta the way. I know Fantasy leagues are juvenile and usually linked with un-athletic wonks utilizing computer programs and spreadsheets and who rarely see the sun.  I only admit to the juvenile charge but only so far as all sports involving grown men are juvenile.  Hey, it's better than going out with swords and taking land from an enemy from sheer boredom.

In my league, most of the members are former athletes and all are productive citizens with families.  We are not nerds or wonks.   Nerds are involved in Fantasy BASEBALL leagues.  (And only wonks can figure out how to play fantasy baseball and care about arcane stats.)  But I digress.  In my league we had to ban software, laptops, and any other electronic/Internet aides during the draft.  I know this is anti-capitalism but it was turning into a CTU looking setup. I expected Chloe to come marching in any minute with a voiceprint of Jeff Garcia's secret meeting with John Travolta.  (Hey, you figure it out) Last year a guy spent $3,000 on a software program/laptop. He won the league and collected $1,450.  And he's a banker.  We're a bit competitive. 

BTW- Former NFL coach, defensive genius, and horse breeder Buddy Ryan is in our league.  Buddy's cool and gets a kick out of us younger knuckleheads. 

This year we'll do it the old-fashioned way.  We have a draft monkey.  This is usually some college kid who needs $25.  His job is to mark on the board all the picks that we yell out.  Each team has 2 minutes starting immediately after the previous pick.  If you pick someone who has already been drafted, your team takes a shot.  Usually tequila.  It is not as easy as it sounds to keep up with 12 teams choosing players, especially in the later rounds.  During the drafting, insults and questions about one's heritage are exchanged in loud voices.  Helpful criticisms and suggestions are also offered as to your team's picks such as, "Draft Vinny!" and "Carnell Williams?! Nice pick there, Spurrier!"  There is a collective effort to help your team concentrate on whom to choose next.

The standings are posted weekly and the four losingest teams are in what we call the "Donkey League".  We fight hard to win as well as stay outta the Donkey League.  The worst team each year has to pay for the adult beverages at the next draft.  One team last year was just awful all the way round.  This team had poor stats, won two games and had to use 5 QBs, each progressively worse, during the year. But I don't want to dwell on it. 

My team usually gets stuck with the 8-12 pick. Once again, we are picking in the 8 spot.  The rounds go 1-12 and then 12-1 and then 1-12.  So basically we get the 8th guy and then the 17th as our first two picks.  These two picks are usually the make or break picks for your season. It is hard to rebound from choosing busts this early.  

Our strategy is to try to get Drew Brees or Carson Palmer with the 8th and then grab someone like Thomas Jones -Jets, Maroney - Pats, or Edjerrin James - Ari.  If the top three QBs are gone then we'll try to get a better back first and then pick up Brady - Pats or Bulger - Rams.  What would be your strategies? 
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The MHT: Most Hapless Thug

Poor ol' Mike Vick.  Thuggin' ain't easy.  Some guys have it and some don't.  Bill Clinton, Ray Lewis, and Jayson  Williams- now THEY have it.  Their homeboy peeps homey dawgs will risk going to the pokey for them.  As Webb Hubbell told his wife, "Well, looks like I'll have to lay down one more time."  This was in reference to keeping his mouth shut like a good soulja should for his boy Bill.   Susan McDougal and Sandy Berger got Bill's back.

Ray Lewis and his posse dint see nuthin' when axed about how those two young men ended up all stabbed up on the pavement during the Superbowl festivities.

Former New Jersey Nets center Jayson Williams sawed his chauffer in half with a shot-gun and was let off by a jury apparently chock-full of hip-hop minded folks. I think they gave him a ticket for littering.  His gang gave the "correct" versions of what happened.  They know where their money comes from. During testimony it was revealed that JayWill thought he was Scarface.  He often twirled his shotgun around in one hand like he saw in the movies.  Oops. That one time it went off all by itself and killed the poor sucker chauffer.  Bad luck that.  Williams also beat his dog to death for not being bad enough.  That'll teach us to respect the gangsta culture alright. 



Which brings us to Vick.  Despite the fact that he had a successful career by normal people's standards; and despite the fact that he had money coming out the wazoo; Vick just had to keep it real and not forget where he came from.  Guess what? Some places should be forgotten because they are evil bad wrong idiotic.  That groupthink mindset is bullshiite and we should all be getting sick of it by now.  "Well, that's just his environment.  He didn't know it was wrong."   Well, if you're gonna look like a gangsta, think like a gangsta, and act like a gangsta I guess you should suck it up when you get treated like a gangsta.

And now his peeps is turning on him.  They have all sprouted wings and are singing like canaries.  They apparently aren't aware of the phrase "Quit Snitchin'" which is so popular among the hiphoppy crowds.  I bet Vick was shocked by that.  Where's the love? Where's the brothers-to-the-bone code that they all shared?  I guess federal time impressed his buddies afterall.  Or maybe, in addition to his other clown acts, Vick was too stupid to pay them enough to shut up.  He ain't got it like that.

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And now, the Weather

Interesting article by Amanda Carpenter about global warming data.   (sorry, TH is acting weird again so I don't have the hyperlink)

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/AmandaCarpenter/2007/08/17/nasa_blocked_climate_change_blogger_from_data

The main points:

"Despite the fact that NASA tried to block him from accessing U.S. temperature data, persistent efforts by a climate change blogger forced the government to amend U.S. temperature data." 

"Because of the blogger’s efforts, NASA now recognizes 1934 as the hottest year in U.S. history, not 1998."


"This U.S. temperature revision could cause problems for former Vice President Al Gore. Assisted by Hansen, Gore asserted in his global warming film “An Inconvenient Truth” that nine of the ten hottest years in U.S. history occurred since 1995."


One salient fact that the blogger discovered was that the "scientists" were recording temperatures in inappropriate areas. 

I recorded the temperature in my kitchen yesterday morning. It was 68 degrees fahrenheit.  When I recorded it again at 6:30 p.m. it had jumped to a record 79 degrees! 

The fried chicken dinner was delicious.

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Hunting Shows

I respect hunters. I know that they are not the stereotypical cowboy who gets drunk and shoots wildly for the fun of it. But enough about Dick Cheney.  I know hunters respect wildlife and the land that they hunt on.  I know they are conservationists as opposed to environmentalists which I'm in total agreement with.  I know they are responsible with their weapons.  I know they eat what they kill.  I've enjoyed deer meat before. I know some types of animals need thinning out anyway or else they'd starve.  I'm down with hunting as an American way of life and a natural instinct of man.

What I don't get is hunting shows.  Two or more guys dressed up like Sgt. Slaughter trying to outsmart the wiley turkey.  They usually have deer pee on them and wear neon yellow eyeglasses.  They carry weapons from the future which look like they could take down a charging rhino.  If you tune in at the beginning of a show and see them taking longer than Rambo to get ready you'd think, "Say, I'll bet they're after Grizzly!  Cool!"  And the next shot will be of an elk drinking out of a lake minding his own business.  All the superhero outfits and gigantic weapons are not enough though.  No, they have to trick the animal as well.  One guy rubs some antlers together and squawks like a chicken while the other one rings the front doorbell and runs behind the house to surprise the buck when he opens the door thinking his pizza is here.  I'm sorry, that is just too funny. I have to laugh. 

If I ever go hunting again I'll wear boots and khaki shorts, smear myself with mud, take a bow and a knife and my George Foreman grill and go to it. (Come to think of it that is what I do now - only I go to the grocery instead of the hundred acre woods). I think this is sporting.  Ted Nugent hunts with a bow.  I think that is fair.  All this high-tech stuff just doesn't seem right.  If you have to use a rifle that's fine but do you have to trick the poor rabbit as well?  

Maybe, like many personal things, hunting shouldn't be filmed.  Lots of things don't look so good on TV.  
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Infidel

I just finished reading Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali.  I had posted earlier that she is a new heroine of mine.  I stand by it.  The book is a memoir explaining how she came to her current beliefs and position.  I don't want to do a book review but I highly recommend it.  I believe that she is not exaggerating the awfulness of the societies that she lived in while growing up.  It is a story of a brave woman who escaped a horrible world for women yet wants to stick her neck out to change it.  If you want a first hand account of WHY  9/11 could happen this is the book for you.  Ali explains her struggle with Islam and the cultures that embrace it.   Ali tells of the great things about living in Holland but also shows how those same things lead to Theo Van Gogh's murder on the sidewalk.  It is a good book for seeing the contrast between the Muslem world and the Western world.  Ali is precise in her language and makes logical arguments about the truth of Islam. 
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If You Were the Devil

I used to believe that there were many roads to God and everlasting life.  While we are never to judge, and can not know, what happens to someone's soul in the afterlife; we can believe that the only way to the Father is through the Son.  This is what Jesus' sacrifice is all about. Otherwise, God certainly went to a lot of trouble for nothing. 

Now it is Satan's desire to lead as many humans astray as possible.  Forgive me if you think it's silly to believe in the Devil.  Just call Jesus and me uneducated.  Having said that, if you were the Devil, how would you lead folks astray?  We know about the basics: sex, money, power and other indulgences that will distract us.  But how about the ones that are not so obvious?  How about when a successful person whom we believe acts immorally most of the time thanks God in an acceptance speech?  Or a politician who is only seen in church when he screws up or at election time?   We take that for granted so much nowadays that we have become adjusted to the lower standards. 

These are all good for the Devil.  But the best one I think is setting up a religion, church, or belief system that is not a direct path to God but is actually a little askew.  The line to Heaven is not straight up but tilted just enough to miss the mark. This would be the best way to get scores of  God's creations to fail.   Setting up a false church or a belief system(humanism) would attract many people who think they are doing the right thing but are actually believing falsely.  They will be good people who fail to understand.  This is the most clever way I think.  Folks who are sure they are doing the right thing, especially when it comes to God, will not give up easily.  Pure genius.
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Different

As we know, men do not do anything unusual or annoying except drop passes in the endzone or say, "Great job, Brownie".  But women do some things differently than us.  These are not annoying in any way, of course. Especially if one is married to a woman.  So I'm not saying that.  Just peculiar to women, I think.  Let's begin.

When the car comes to a stop a man is already in motion and halfway out the door about a second or two after the ignition is turned off.  A woman is just beginning to think about what she needs to take with her about 5 seconds after the engine cools.  I assume that both people know approximately when they will reach their destination, yet it seems to take much longer for the lovely lass to exit the automobile.

All women have peppermints and $3.43 worth of pennies in the bottom of their purses.  All moms have everything a child might need in case of emergency or cleanup in their purses.  But if their husband or boyfriend asks for a pen or kleenex or chapstick or a mint, that will be the day that they have a DIFFERENT purse and "Sorry, Charlie" no luck on your request. 

A woman will only have exactly half of what she actually needs in her purse, especially at the store or a restaurant.  For example, she'll have her checkbook but not her ID with her.  Or she'll have cash but no debit card.  But it will not be enough cash.  

In checkout lines, women will bring 27 items to the checkout line and then decide on what they actually want to buy.  In other words, they shop at the FRONT of the store instead of BEFORE they get to checkout.  Women also are usually the ones to bring 22 items to the 10 items or less checkout.  

Women wait until they get the total of the grocery/Target bill and then they begin to open their purses to see if they have any money or to write the check.  

Women will watch 7 hours of one channel, like Oxygen or the Jewelry Channel - including commercials, because that's the channel the TV was on when they turned it on.  Granted, it is usually background noise for household chores, but still.  If the channel changer was lost for 3 days, they wouldn't notice.  

One good difference is that women smell better than men - so they got that going for 'em.

 
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Stocky Black Guys Cause Gayness, Criminal Behavior

Florida State Representative Bob Allen explains how.  



State Rep. Bob Allen

Good grief. Can't we weed these perverts out of our party?  What's in the water down in Florida? 

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Republican Party Fitness

I think by now we conservatives can see that the Republican Party is getting sloppy.  It is time for a fitness program to shape them up to regain control of Congress and the Oval Office. 

Some of my fellow conservatives are going hardcore and doing the "all or nothing" approach.  I think that is attractive for venting's sake but I don't think we really have to do that.  That's like severely restricting your diet.  Likely to end in failure.  What I think we should do is concentrate on our Congressional Representatives and Senators.  Until we have a solid foundation most things we want to do will just frustrate us.  I think if each district would demand a conservative instead of a Republican then it will easier to control the President.   This is where paying big-time attention in the primaries of your district is important.  Even if some areas, like Washington State and Rhode Island still send the Jim Jeffords-style Repubs of the world, surely we can make up for it in the many districts in other states. 

The American people don't really trust either party.  They tend to vote in a Republican President and then split the Congress.  We have shown that they will vote in a Republican President and a Republican majority if they act publicly like they are conservative.  The last group's outing in '06 showed the frustration of many of us with our wimpy non-cons.  I think the current members are learning on a fast track.  

Now I think we should vote for whoever is the next Presidential nominee, even if it's Hillary Guiliani.  Some of my fellow conservatives don't think so.  I don't think we should vote in ANY of the Congresspeople who are NOT conservative.  But it would be okay to vote in a less-than-sterling conservative candidate for President because if we have the CONGRESS' mind right then we can control the President.  It's all about foundations.  From that base of conservative congresspeople and the message it sends, we can get us a real Presidential nominee down the road.  Luckily we have Pelosi and Reid in charge so it is almost like we are in charge but we cannot always count on that. Remember how much to the right Clinton was forced to go because of the Congress he had to work with?  I know it is sad and funny but we had to do that with W recently.  And it worked.  I think we have to think loooong term.  Set ourselves up for success. 
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Keeping the Faith

Sunday July 1, 2007:  Woman runs wife into the concrete median on 285.  Wife banged up but not too bad.  Sore neck and chest from slamming against airbag and the restraint of the seatbelt.

Weeks go by.  Wife is still sore and has stiff neck. Sees family doctor and gets routine x-ray.  Also recommended to a chiropractor. 

Tuesday July 24, 2007: I get call from her fellow Chaplain intern that wife is in emergency room suffering from cramps.  I think of several scenarios involving cause of stomach cramps.  I find out that wife has SPASMS in the NECK.  I figure, "Finally, we'll figure out what is wrong with her neck."  MRI is done this time.  After 5 hours, the RN, who "Is not a doctor" as she points out several times sends us home.  No news, really, although some other type of doctor is going to look at MRI Xrays. 

Wednesday July 25, 2007:  Get call at work at 6 pm from wife and hospital doctor. Wife must go to ER immediately.  Doctor has been trying to contact her all day.  Wife sounds nervous. Ok. Now I'm getting concerned.  Let me tell you, there is little use in asking any medical person any questions until they get all the facts. They refuse to speculate.

I'm in charge so I'll have to go after work. I tell a co-worker about what's going on and she says immediately, "That's got the Devil written all over it." Friend takes wife to hospital where she gets settled in. I get there after work.  Another chaplain is with her and we all talk and pray for healing.  We still don't know what exactly is wrong but it is serious.  Wife has to stay overnight in the ICU. It is a nice room with lots of attention from nurses. I stay with her until 1:30 am.

Thursday July 26, 2007:  I have important job interview at 9 am.  I have prayed and prepared (preparing my fields for rain) and the interview goes really well.  I get to hospital and stay until 10:30 pm and then go home.  Wife had CAT scan done earier, but no news on that.  Several other of my wife's friends and Chaplains visit.  It is very comforting to pray with others and just to talk.   I am not the panicky kind at all.  Deep down, I get a thrill out of intense pressure.  But this is out of my control.  They say she has Vertibral Artery Dissection.  I don't even know what that is and will have to wait to google it before I find out how bad it is.

Hospital time is relative.  "Shortly" means several hours, apparently.  I'm not complaining though.  I know they have a lot going on and I certainly want them to pay attention and triple check everything. 

Friday July 27, 2007:  I left at 10:30 pm the night before because we have to have everything ready to move on Sunday morning.  We had planned to spend the week packing everything together.  I also have to find someone to help me move.  Normally, with a dolly and just my wife or a friend I can move quickly - no problem.  Now there is a monkey in the wrench.  I get a decent amount of packing done, all the while wishing I were with my wife.  I get back down to the hospital late in the afternoon.  More vague discussions with the nurses who are not doctors.  The staff is great at this hospital.  And they all seem to know what they are doing. That is not always the case if you didn't know.

Saturday July 28, 2007:  In the morning the neurosurgery team finally comes in and talks to us plainly.  They say she can go home but she'll have to stay on blood thinners for several months and get monitored etc.  Eventually she'll switch to aspirin.  She has to give herself shots in the stomach.  I tell her she is tough.  And that I love her very much.  We go home so that I can take care of her.

Epilogue:
Wife is feeling stronger but still must take it easy.  She's on pain killers, muscle relaxers and the blood thinner.  She cannot eat a whole long list of food that contains high amounts of Vitamin K. Never thought about Vitamin K before.  I have not thought about a lot of things before.  Like how happy I am that we have health insurance.  We had a great neurosurgeon, from Europe - based on his accent, great nurses, great everything at the hospital.  Including prescriptions it cost us less than a hundred bucks.  God bless America. 

Want to hear something scary?  My wife was walking around for 3 weeks before anyone knew about the seriousness.  And if she hadn't mentioned getting dizzy when she bent over...

Remember I mentioned the co-worker talking about the Devil messing with us? I believe that to be true. We are moving on up in the world and things are going great.   Great new place, hopefully a new job and she's almost finished with her schoolwork.  We both enjoy our jobs and have increased our devotional time and prayer time.  We are more involved with the church etc.  So, the Enemy can't let that be.  But that just increased our faith even more.  I was very conscious of this trial and did not want to fail. 

Let me tell you what else happened.  This is where it starts to get ridiculous.  Her car was totalled so we had to get a car after a while.  A friend loaned us their car.  The tire blew out on Saturday night, I was riding on steel belts.  We fixed that. On moving day, Sunday, her car broke down again.  We were in the middle of moving and her car had more room so we used that one.  At that point, she calls and is real calm. I'm sweating like a pig and tired and I answer calmly.  Then we both start laughing.  "Put it on my tab", I say out loud. 

God knows men are stubborn and prideful.  I was going to move us by myself because I didn't want to pay hundreds of bucks to pay someone (and, besides, I couldn't get any movers that late in the game at the end of the month).  Also, my friends are far and away and I hate to ask acquaintances for help.  Well, my brother-in-law, salt of the earth, calls and says he'll drive down to help.  He's funny, he came down and drove back on the same day.  He had stuff to do.  Thank you, God for Your help. 

God also is smart enough to give men wives because wives are not too proud to ask for help.  My church folks came with a truck to help with the extracurricular items and are bringing food tonight to last the week.  Thank you God, again for your love and kindness.

Some folks would think with all this bad stuff going on, what's the use in believing?  I just know this is all temporary and if it wasn't for God and my faith in Him and my salvation, I would be lost.  I would have turned bitter and angry like the old man that was me back in the bad old days.  Instead, with His help, I've been promoted to bigger things because I've handled these small things. 
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