Total Knee Replacement
Tomorrow morning I will be checking into the hospital for knee surgery. You know the routine: no eating or drinking after midnight. A new wrinkle this time. A Pre-Op they gave me a bottle of special soap. I’m supposed to shower tonight, dress in clean PJs, and sleep on clean sheets. Then tomorrow morning before I go to the hospital I am to shower again with the special soap, and dress in clean clothes. This is supposed to help with infections.
I am expecting to check out of the hospital on Friday. As I understand it, I will only be in the hospital for 3 nights. So no more posts this week. It is possible that I might be able to give you a report on my condition late Friday or sometime Saturday.
Thanksgiving 2010 Is Over
Most of our Thanksgiving guests departed yesterday. Here’s a picture that was taken just before Sylvia, Mandy and Alex left. Bethany will be flying back to Rochester tomorrow. We had a great weekend. It passed way to quickly.
I’ll be back posting to this blog as soon as I am able. Now I must get busy. I must blow the leaves and mulch them one last time this year. Don’t you envy me?
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
Joke of the Day
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150.."