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The oft rescheduled cancer surgery was performed today. There is some satisfaction it took place on what would have been my father's 93rd birthday.

The night before I had the 4-midnight shift and it was for all intents and purposes a dead night at AAA. I had two calls left over at midnight and got out on time.

Now the long suffering spouse had overindulged in Coco-cola Blak yesterday along with ice dream--saved me any lately--not a chance. We each think we are doing the other a favor in dieting by eating up the munchies first. To my delight and horror the Mrs actually paid a bill this week but there went the munchies stash until payday. Yes I want it both ways. The mantra I used to drive the guttersnipes crazy with "Actions have consequences." cruelly ran thru the brain cells. Sigh. Anyhoooo she was under the weather and I told her to go ahead and go to bed because today was going to be an early riser and I wasn't really hungry for a supper.

I was wide awake but House MD was taped and I could watch it in peace. That sounds meaner then it is. Ruth is actually pretty good about not talking during TV shows. She had even phased the commercials. House had a lot of moments in it but I never worked up too much empathy for the patient of the week. They were doing the traditional House/patient insult scenario but this time it rang false. Or as John at the Bookery says--starting to get used to House and his antics.

After House I considered the fact that it was still too early for the bod to go to bed just yet so maybe I should read Spurgeon just in case tomorrow does not go well. I dismissed that--one I like to be in a semblance of spirituality if not the real heart felt frame of mind and there was that Secret Agent X reprint I was working my way through begun Monday night and hopefully to be finished up tonight or tomorrow at the latest. But I'm getting restless so I hit Litnet to leave a note for one of my top three members--actually I cheat on her and leave a note for another member that's pretty sure she's the top favorite (Logos smiles secure in her position--let him wander--he'll be back--he always comes back to me. )

Then we do some math. By now it's about 2 am when Morphesus starts his wooing but the Mrs is laying in the snore position--there are two of those --and I'm guaranteed at least 30 minutes before she'll roll over to the mute zone.

So I try the futon here in her library/study/spare room with negliable results. Zap was at my feet and refusing to move and one of the cats, Shadow decided my chest was just ripe to settle on. This vying for comfort and position amendable to all eats up another 45 minutes.

In defeat I retire to the real bed--mute zone time having been achieved--she never heard me and shortly after I'm asleep - last I remember was reciting series book titles in order. Have the first ten Bomba The Jungle Boy books down solid but those last ten are definitely out of order. Glad it's not the Bobbsey Twins.

So it's about 3:30 for sure--and 7:15 comes all too soon. We get ready to go, Spurgeon Vol 57 (not 58 as I erroneously told Grace86 about a week ago) is taken as well as said Secret Agent X and the newspaper is collected up along with a peanut butter sandwich to get me through the morning. Ruth has to be in class by 9 am. My appointment is for 12:45 pm. A long dull morning is ahead of me. It's an 11 mile trip to the Treatment Center but a slew of red lights but we are getting all the greens. Ruth drops me at 8:15.

We enter and the office is already filling up with people. Even better they take me in at 8:45 and start the magic. My attendent is a clone of Logos (brown hair though) and I begin gushing. My blood pressure is high but acceptable down quite a bit from the last visit. The head doctor comes by and introduces herself and she goes over the history.

The procedure is done in under 10 minutes and I'm kicked out of my nice recliner where I had hoped to nap to read Spurgeon in peace in the kitchen.
#3255--The Pearl of Patience from James 5:11--"Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord: that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy." A number of points here--I dare not indulge the drama queen with my minor complaints when Job was really put through the wringer. Also Job being a man of like nature had God not allowed these trials in his life Job would still have been a blessed man but humanity would not have the comfort of watching a man endure trials with the comfort and blessing of God overruling the providences.

The testing takes about an hour and half and at 11 am I;m a free man with no need to go back in and do some digging.

They got it all out.

And God is still good. The doctor had told me she hoped to have good news and I do believe that even doctors need encouraging -- I had been teasing and flirting prior to this--I sobered up and had told her "It is what it is and we'll face that when it comes." by way of assuring her the drama queen was kept on a leash and bad news was not going to bring on an embarassing display of histrioncs.

Called AAA and they were kind enough to dispatch the AAA fleet driver to take me home as opposed to cooling my heels waiting two hours for Ruth. E-mailed a friend of the results and took a nap.

And now reporting in to the audience of friends and passerbys on this unique Litnet. Your prayers and well wishes have been appreciated but that crisis is effectively over.

Tune back in a few months and we'll discuss the kidney problem that s-l-o-w-l-y developing from over 40 years ago. Now I think my doctor is the drama queen now. We'll see.