Remembering Our Garden

Two weeks ago tomorrow I woke up and knew something was wrong. Though I never give up my right to be wrong, this time I did not have do so. A visit to the ER, a few x-rays, and several hours later I was sporting the latest in chest tubes and I was admitted to the hospital for a “few days”. One failed, painful and unnecessary  procedure later I am transported to a larger and more skilled hospital for my condition. After meeting the surgeon and his staff I was scheduled for surgery. The surgery was a blur, thank goodness, but apparently when I come out of anesthesia (I so had to look that word up, really I do not recall ever spelling it…anyone else?) I channel Michael Jackson. Who knew, right? I thought everyone did! I was up and walking two hours later and ate diner with no problems. Things were looking good though now I was sporting twin chest tubes and a, well never mind.The next several days ran into each other and became a fusion of pain, hope, hard work and reflection.

The Bride was only with me the night before,the day of surgery and the following day.We discussed this before hand, and as she had clinicals three times this week,that is something we decide was more important than her sitting with me. It turned out to be the right decision, though I missed her ever day. A bunch. I had great care and my brother came over ever day but yesterday so he could be rested up to pick me and take me home. I had no/to unbearably bad WiFi and after one day of trying I decided to relax and take a clue from my blood type: B +. Now that I am back home I want to keep putting the work in and find a balance on the road to me getting healthy. Sometime we try to change too much, too quick and end up falling back into bad habits and health choices.

I reflected on this as I walked about our place and drink in of the bounty we have been blessed with. The Butterfly bushes are out and thriving unlike last year. Since I haven’t been able to trim up the fence roll the Spotted Jewel weeds have done a fine job of adorning the place with their little Orange gems that all pollinators love. And I give Thanks for the mess that makes up our place. I also rejoice that we have been allowed to share it through this blog, through friendships that are as precious and soul feeding as any flower to pollinators, and smile at how in the past two weeks Remembering Our Garden help me stayed connected to those things that are truly important.

Peace~ John


Author: The Jagged Man

I am a 59 year old guy who is asking questions about life like "what does it all mean?" and " how come hair will not grow on my head but grows real fast on my ears and back?" you know the deep stuff. I believe in Jesus Christ and that He died for all. The rest I am still working on.

7 thoughts on “Remembering Our Garden”

  1. John, I am so sorry to hear about your health issues. I hope that things work out well for you and that you mend quickly. Take care and know that you’re in the thoughts of many people.

    1. Thanks JF and I fell the love and concerns . I also feel good about my recovery and just trying to take it day by day…..and not do anything stupid or put another way: Do what the doctor tells me….that is the hardest part 🙂

  2. Two chest tubes. Couldn’t be happy with just one? Just kidding! I am so glad you have your Bride/nursing student to look after you, as well as your brother. Will keep you in prayer for a complete and quick recovery. Do take care.


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