when I really wish that my status as a qualified reserve deputy of the local police department had more authority. I just witnessed a dark colored pickup truck run a stop sign, and nearly caused an accident. At the very least, the driver was guilty of careless driving. Yet, because of insurance considerations, I have no actual function within the local police department, and I have no direct communication with them, other than to call the emergency phone line to report the crime to the emergency dispatcher. Which, if we’re being honest, is nearly worthless, because by the time I got to my phone and placed the call, would allow enough time that the truck would be nearly anywhere.
I see several such incidents from my front porch every week, and there are no CCTV cameras close enough to the intersection to allow the full-time LEO’s (Law Enforcement Officers) to monitor the intersection. At the very least, I’d like to have a radio which allowed me to call mobile units directly and report my observations when it would be appropriate to do so.
I’ve already shared that I had the corrective surgery for the hernia in my abdomen, but this update is to share that I’ve had the follow-up visit with the surgeon. He was very pleased with my recovery, and while he asked me to wait another 2 weeks before I start resuming my previous activities he said there should be no limits to what I do with my abdominal muscles after that.
I’m very happy with that. It is exactly what I’ve been hoping for, and waiting for, over the last 30 years. It is time to start getting rid of the watermelon I’ve been carrying on the lower part of my torso.
So, while I know I’m several weeks early, I’m announcing that my New Year resolution is that by the end of 2021, my abs will look more like what they did when I met my wife than they have for the last 10 years. I’ve known all along how to exercise to tone those muscles – now I have medical permission to start doing that. I’ve never had “six-pack” abs, but when I was a medic in the US Army my abs were flat, and that is the dream I have for where this will go. I just have to wait until the start of the new year before I can start. I’m excited!
I realized that I forgot to post a new “Saturday Posts” entry on Saturday, but I’m hopeful that you will all forgive me when you know the situation.
Last Wednesday, I reported to the local hospital outpatient surgery center at 0700 for the hernia repair surgery I’ve been waiting for since the mid 1980’s. While the surgery itself seems to have gone well, the first 3 days of the recovery were a trial in the extreme. I did not get any sleep at all after getting home for the first 36 hours. The pain medication they gave me (hydrocodone) did almost nothing for the discomfort unless I was also drinking coffee when I took it. It is a well known (within the medical community) truth that when you combine drugs that end in ” ine” the effects of the drugs are amplified. The active ingredient of hydrocodone is codine, while the active ingredient of coffee is caffeine. Together, in my recent experience, I felt a nice reduction of discomfort, while also not being able to get any sleep.
My solution to that was to quit taking the hydocodone, and after waiting 6 hours for the drug to vacate my system I started drinking vodka. That worked much better for helping me get any sleep, and since I made that decision I’ve experienced a slow but steady progress towards recovery.
Speaking as a patient, I must defer to the surgeon as to whether or not the surgery was a success. That being said, I think that when I see him later this week for the follow-up, he’ll agree. However much of a trial those first few days were, I do feel better. It’s my expectation that within the next week or two I’ll get what I’ve waited for all of these years – the authorization to begin light abdominal exercises with an eye towards full normal abdominal activity.
Sorry, but I’m not feeling well. I’ll share more tomorrow about the reason why. Today, however, is to commemorate the anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941.
Because I’m not feeling well, I didn’t put any time into preparation for this post. Just please believe that it is no less important to me today than it has ever been. The US military personnel who either died or were wounded in Pearl on that day were a large part of the reason why I became a US Army Medic.
May we never forget.