Well, it’s update time…time to fess up a little. I’ve sorta taken a time-out regarding my social media presence. Most of you would probably think this is a good thing but didn’t even notice I was gone. I have some catching up to do, first of which is to thank all those who passed along good wishes as Rosemarie and I celebrated our 50th anniversary last month. We had a nice hotdog dinner, no candlelight. It wasn’t what I had intended. In fact I had booked a surprise trip for my bride. I had reserved a swanky beachfront condo on Myrtle Beach but it had to be canceled at the last minute partly because Hurricane Irma shut down the airport and we couldn’t walk that far.
The other part of the “partly” was that I couldn’t have gone anyway because I had just returned home from yet another surprise stay in the hospital and for the next eight weeks I would be tethered to an IV pump at home. There would be accompanying daily visits from a nurse who changed the bag of goo that dripped into my veins three times a day. All this in hopes of killing an infection that had invaded the knee replacement I had installed last March and then spread elsewhere throughout my operating system. See, it all comes together. Needless to say, I pretty much made a mess of our 50th. I finally get “untethered” from the IV yesterday and it was fantastic taking a shower without half my body wrapped in Publix umbrella bags.
Meanwhile I have been busy attempting to launch two book projects I’ve previously disclosed: first, a book that features a selection of writings by my mother. These have been in storage boxes for over 50 years, hence the book’s title, LOIS UNBOXED. Add .com to the title and it will land you on the book’s website which for now features just one page. I have a few more items to take care of and then the book will be published, probably late October.
Second is a book titled STORIES MY FINGERS WROTE. This is kind of a self-serving book that features the “best” of my blog. Yeah, I know, many of you are having a good laugh over the relative meaning of “best.” Regardless, I pulled from some 500+ postings those which I felt worthy of a second read. I hope a few other folks agree. If not, the book will be just thick enough to shove under the leg of a wobbly table. If you think this is exciting, I’m also thinking about putting together a collection of my poems. Robert Frost told me he’d consider coming back just long enough to write the forward. I’m thinking Bullwinkle the Moose makes more sense.
Some of you have asked how goes my new sleep apnea implant that I’ve discussed several times here on Marc’s Blog. Well, like Myrtle Beach, this whole project was put on hold while I dealt with the infection thingy. I have learned that this gadget is so new that most doctors have not heard about it. All the new medical types taking care of me right now are fascinated when they discover the lump on my chest. Meanwhile, I am using it nightly and it has resulted in raising the quality of my sleep, although not the length. When it’s on, I am a lot less restless while asleep. My not being restless is petty amazing in itself, awake or asleep. Extending sleep time is the issue I will be working on when life returns to normal.
So there you have it—my up close and personal update, exclusive of any fake news. Sorry, no film at 11…maybe some ice cream instead.