December 26, 2008
This is a list of the things I learned for the 24 hour period, starting at 0600,
Christmas Day, 2008.
My wife is a saint: There are many many documented cases of her being a saint, but
yesterday was just a full 24 hour example.
My general physician, is the best in the world: Not very many doctors would call
on Christmas to check up on their patients, when the surgery that was performed was
not done by them. Hopefully, I will be able to soon dine with Doctor Klemptner and
his wife, as I had to postpone our Christmas luncheon due to health concerns. (Mel
is a saint reason number 1: We were scheduled to go to the doc's for lunch on
Christmas day. This was set up by me at about 7 PM on Christmas Eve, so there was
no food for us to take. When we both realized that I would not be going, she went out
and drove around until she found an open Deli, bought sandwiches and sides, drove
home, and then called the Doc. He was more interested in the company than the
food, so we rescheduled for today.)
My niece, Hannah, is one tough banana: Apparently when I was slowly withering
away in the basement, my 18 month old niece slammed the piano hinge on her finger.
I was told she screamed, but it could not have been very much. I slept through it.
My brother Mike and Mel hop to action when the sick person yells "BUCKET":   
I screamed for a bucket the throw up into, right when someone else was opening my
presents because I was too sick to accomplish that task. They both tried as hard as
they could to find it, but I was getting increasingly angry at them not understanding
my vomit filled mouth giving one word commands.
I apologize to both of them for yelling at them, when they were only trying to
help me.
I am not the only person in the world, and have to remember that most people are
trying to help me.
Stomach flu and tonsillectomy do not mix: It turns out that the reason I was sick
was the stomach flu. But, throwing up when of average health is not fun. Throwing up
when your throat is full of new skin and scabs is horrible. Every time I threw up, the
skin and scabs came off. It was bad. Very bad.
Southwest airlines and Nature's Kennel are sorta right: Uniformity is the key.
Southwest airlines only flies 737's so that all the parts can be put on all the planes.
Most bolts at Nature's Kennel are quarter inch, so that only one driver is needed and
most things can be repaired quickly. Having uniform broken baby toes does not fit into
the "uniformity is the key" business model. Last evening, while doing something
dumb, I caught my right foot baby toe on a table leg. I heard that snap again, and now
I have matching, deformed toes.
As of December 26, 2008: 0 tonsils, one cast, two pins, an artificial pinky bone, a
healed but off center left foot pinky toe, and a not healed, off center right foot pinky
toe.
Emergency Rooms are open for Christmas: After much arguing by me, I was
transported to our local emergency room last evening. I was diagnosed with stomach
flu, and severe dehydration. They pumped three liters into me over a five hour period.
I was given anti-nausea medicine to stop throwing up. It was not fun. I took in 3,000
units of liquid, while only putting out 375 units. I was a bit low. When Mel dropped
me off, she changed cat boxes, took out the trash, then went to the pharmacy to get
my medicine. She is a saint. I am feeling much better today. I am up and around and
have been keeping things down.
I just can't wait to see what happens next.