One Down, One to Go

 Yesterday was round one of my surgery.  I can already tell that a discomfort that's been plaguing me for over three years will soon be a memory.  There is one more round coming up and that is next week.  Originally these were going to be separated by a few weeks but the sooner I get this second one done the better off I will be.  I won't go into details other than to say that what technology can do these days is simply amazing.  One thought I had this morning when I was getting my post-procedure followup is that this would not have been as likely if we had been on a single-payer system.  The current system encourages those skilled specialists to be the best that they can be.  I drew one of the top people in the state, and not for the first time.  If the government ever takes this segment over, American exceptionalism in the health field is over.

At work, it's been super busy.  I was drafted onto a proposal team to develop a lucrative contract that is again related to going back to the moon.  I had only limited experience in proposals and I got rapid training in how to write good cost estimates.  That meant writing a lot of prose to justify how many engineering hours of labor it would take to develop several different kinds of tests.  I had a tough deadline and I very nearly worked myself into exhaustion.  I met my deadline, but not by much.  I checked in this afternoon and learned that the program management didn't change very much of what I wrote.  They did adjust my numbers, which I'm good with, because some of that territory I was in was not charted.  I had never been there before.

Getting back to surgery, round 2 is next week.  I was told that I might be more tired after this one than I was today.  Last night was a bit rough.  It took many hours for the wooze to wear off.  I wasn't put completely under, but I was in a "don't care" conscious state.  I needed assistance in walking for the first few hours.  The next few?  Well I was able to walk but had to do it slow as that the floor would tilt up five degrees, then level, then tilt down five degrees.........coming up the driveway the tilt was 15 degrees.  Or so it seemed.  I woke up this morning with a barely mentionable discomfort from where they cut and my mind had returned to me.  I shouldn't have gone back to work this afternoon.  I should have taken my boss's advice and rested some more.

Anyway I lived to tell about it, not that I had any doubts about that part of it.  But some things could have gone very wrong and I'm grateful to the Good Lord that they didn't.  

Time now to sign off.