What happens after you die? Ultimately, there is no real entrance exam -- merely you physically terminating then ... there you go.
Mom might be moved to a cardiac telemetry unit, she might be moved there this weekend, what they do there I don't know. I thought that I knew something, but it must have been a breeze. I'm back to square one with what they will do and plan to do and what is important..
Mom's alive, conscious (thinking mostly clearly), doing well, doing physical therapy, but her heart's a mess. I couple this with blood sugar levels of a diabetic and blood pressure issues, and I see her in hospital for a while still. She is, thankfully, in good care and in no immediate danger. I'm not too worried, but there is, really, doubt and fear of the unknown.
I guess I'm resting better, but I'm feeling lousy. I liken it to the SAT's -- you do your best, it's a stupidly long time, you don't get results right away. It's important, but the significance is never expressed in perceivable terms. I'm wrong; it's not the test you take, but rather the test your friend takes. You have no effort in it, just hopes, fears.
MR wanted to end most messages with, "poon tang", I think I might start "signing off" with "Damnit"
Thanks God!
I close,
Damnit!
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Extrance exam
Posted by Marcus at 10:15 PM
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Sleeping better based on increasingly optimistic news from the hospital. THERE WE GO!
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