I remember getting ready to go into work four hours early that morning and turning on the TV for a little company. At that point, the first tower had been struck by a jet and speculation was rampant. No one knowed what was happening yet.
I snatched the phone and called the folks to see if they had the TV on. No, but they did quickly.
I witnessed the second plane hit the other tower. It was apparent by then that something bad was happening. Horified, I left for work and learned there everyone knew. Phone calls had been the major activity at work since it had started.
A horrifying remembrance, but one all Americans share.
Nice camera work. But also some nice illusions that don’t seem camera work
The visit to the doctor yesterday brought good news. I’m healed and he released me to go home. Yea!
Once I get there though, I won’t be able to get on line for awhile. My nephew was scrubbing the mem ory and reinstalling the software to get rid of some pesky crap I’d picked up somewhere. He informs me the part that gets me online was shot(I’d noticed in the recent past occasions when I was working and I’d just go offline for no reason I could see). That’s got to be ordered, then get him down to finish up getting me ready. So probably a week or so before I can get cranked back up.
I visited the Doctor yesterday, after missing him two weeks ago in the big storm. He said the graft had healed but wanted to give it a couple of more weeks to allow the skin to toughen up. It wouldn’t do to walk on it too soon and pop it open.
So I’m shooting for getting home in the week after next.
Visited the doctor Thursday and things look good so far. Go back in two weeks. Another irritant cropped up though. Gout hit my left wrist and caused the joints on the forefinger to swell up. That’s doing good now that the family doctor prescibed something.
And now, I want to thank you friends for all the good thoughts and wishes, not mention the phone call from Charles. Totally unexpected and I was asleep when the phone rang, making me a bit befuddled at first. But it helped my spirits.
I’m currently at a rehab facility healing from surgery. They did a skin graft on the bottom of my foot and said absoluely no weight until it healed. I have to do things that absolutely me you forget any sort of modesty to keep that weight off the foot, but doing okay otherwise.
I have plenty of books to read, the family keeps me supplied from home, and they have a computer. But man, is it slow. Mostly I do a few reviews.
How long will I be here? Who knows?