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I haven't blogged here since 2012. Why am I making a stab at it again?

I realized two things about social media I wanted to get away from. First was that I was often using it as a journal, which is boring and maybe TMI for those platforms. Secondly I was using it too much for my taste, so that I felt like a tool for marketers rather than using social media as a tool for my ends.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Little Thoughts

Back up on my foot. Wednesday I had my follow up with the bone doctor. The incisions are healing nicely, and the staples were taken out. I expected they would hurt a bit, but it was just a bunch of uncomfortable little pinches followed by metallic 'tings' as they were dropped in the tray. Everything appears to be healing well, with a bit of a skin irritation (epidermitis?) as a result of the swelling and settling. Got an antibiotic for that, but it is no problem as it's not close to the breaks or incisions.

I'm ready to get back to work and theatre. However, I still get tired quickly. Irritating, but the recovery is moving along nicely giving me more energy every day. Lost nearly twenty pounds, and the appetite is still pretty small. I would love to find a happy medium and speed the weight loss process just a bit. It's been slow, too slow the last couple years.

In exchanging E-mails with friends a thought occurred to me. The power of prayer. I've believed in it for a long time, but haven't believed the Baptists or fundamentalists have a corner on the market. Having gone through a bit of that sort or fanaticism in high school I learned I could not fit in because I was too compassionate.

Back to the power of prayer. Whether you believe in Americana style Christianity, some other sect, or are an atheist that power is evident. My leg had me in a bit of pain the last couple weeks, especially last week. Just knowing people I knew were wishing me well, was a healing force in itself. I don't think that can be denied. Call it what you want. If you don't like calling it the power of prayer, fine, it doesn't change the nature. Nor does calling it the power of prayer make it the sole purview of fundamentalists.

I'd like to thank everybody who sent nice thoughts my way. Most don't read this, but you'll hear from me anyway.

I received perhaps the nicest communication yet in the mail today. I've lots of wonderful calls, E-mails, and cards. I received a packet from Chris Hulteng's 4th grade class, to which I read as part of the BookPals program. A large manila envelope full of notes from the students. Sweet, touching, and hysterical. There were about twenty letters -- most of the class. The detail they remember is amazing. To think we all used to be like that. Little sponges. I'd mentioned to the teacher in one of the notes I was thinking of bringing the x-rays for the kids. I remember loving that kind of thing as a kid. In a couple of the notes the kids were looking forward to seeing the x-rays.


Blogger B.D. said...

Glad to know you're feeling better!

When I lost the tips of my fingers, one of the things that really brought joy to my life was the kid down the road who asked, much to his mother's horror, if bones were really white and then wanted to know if he could see. LOL!

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