Hospital notes...
It was a good day at the hospital, as all turned out well. After a day of fasting, and drinking toxic liquid designed to put everything inside one's intestines outside....Julie was ready to get her "procedure" over. She was a brave soldier as we got her checked into the hospital, a place we've become quite accustomed to. At her wish I attended the funeral for our friend George O'Brien while she attended to business at the hospital.
At about the time I had finished up at the services for George, she too had finished with medical business and the news was very good. A growth found and removed, time taken: about one hour. A routine biopsy will be done to be on the safe side. After a reunion with the family and a short recap of her adventure, the next order of business for the bride was eating. Dinner at 4:45 tasted awfully good to her.
We are most appreciative, once again, for the great quality of medical care we have in our smallish burg. And I got to show my appreciation for the care I received two months ago during my cardiac capers. While we waited to check Julie in, I took the opportunity to track down and thank Dr. Rea. The head of the emergency room, Dr. Rea was very much on the ball last December in quickly diagosing my back ache and shortness of breath as a cardiac problem. His personal attention and care was extraordinary, even stopping by after my operation to check on my condition.
Julie and I both liked him very much, and now I have an inkling why I had an affinity for him. He's a Vietnam Veteran, having been an Air Force aircraft crew chief in his days before Med School. There is something about Vets of that era that binds us together in special ways. After Julie checked out, I dropped back by and saw the Doc and left a personal little memento of Vietnam that he seemed to appreciate.
It was a good day at the hospital, as all turned out well. After a day of fasting, and drinking toxic liquid designed to put everything inside one's intestines outside....Julie was ready to get her "procedure" over. She was a brave soldier as we got her checked into the hospital, a place we've become quite accustomed to. At her wish I attended the funeral for our friend George O'Brien while she attended to business at the hospital.
At about the time I had finished up at the services for George, she too had finished with medical business and the news was very good. A growth found and removed, time taken: about one hour. A routine biopsy will be done to be on the safe side. After a reunion with the family and a short recap of her adventure, the next order of business for the bride was eating. Dinner at 4:45 tasted awfully good to her.
We are most appreciative, once again, for the great quality of medical care we have in our smallish burg. And I got to show my appreciation for the care I received two months ago during my cardiac capers. While we waited to check Julie in, I took the opportunity to track down and thank Dr. Rea. The head of the emergency room, Dr. Rea was very much on the ball last December in quickly diagosing my back ache and shortness of breath as a cardiac problem. His personal attention and care was extraordinary, even stopping by after my operation to check on my condition.
Julie and I both liked him very much, and now I have an inkling why I had an affinity for him. He's a Vietnam Veteran, having been an Air Force aircraft crew chief in his days before Med School. There is something about Vets of that era that binds us together in special ways. After Julie checked out, I dropped back by and saw the Doc and left a personal little memento of Vietnam that he seemed to appreciate.
