One more to go…..

OK, In the past three months I have had two surgeries and the third is tomorrow.  The first one was a ridiculous accident that caused a shattered nose and fractured orbital socket.  The second one was removing a lemon size tumor from my thyroid and this one is the repair a torn bicep muscle.  I have the body of a 70 year old - lol.  I have more surgical repairs than most 70 year olds.  I guess when God put me together He decided that infirmity would be a cross for me to bear, but He has blessed me with excellent insurance to have it all repaired when necessary.  That is more than I can say for many people, some I know personally.

Am I looking forward to it?  Absolutely not…..I know what I am in for.  I've had both rotator cuffs repaired and that was brutal.  This will be half the recovery so I'm happy about that.  You know it is NEVER good when you are on a first name basis with your surgeon.  But he is a good one.  I know the first week is the hardest and it is downhill from there.  I am supposed to be in a sling for 6 weeks not using my arm at all…..slim chance of that.  I don't think I lasted 6 weeks in a sling with either of my shoulder surgeries.  I am NOT a good post op patient.  What can I tell ya?

I got my net flix remote ready…..my comfy pillow already on the couch and my drawing book nearby. Oh, btw - it is my right bicep and I am right handed…..I will have 2 questions for my surgeon tomorrow:  1)  When can I drive and 2) can I draw.  He already told me that if he can get six weeks out of me in a sling he would be elated.  He also gave me permission to drink my coffee right handed if I promise to lift nothing, push or pull nothing and not use it for anything else…..I told him I'd do my best.  He knows me Oh So Well!  So does my family.  They are already telling me to listen to the doc for a change……good grief.

So this might be my last post for a little while…..so until next time…...

Casting Crown's somewhere in the middle

"Somewhere In The Middle"

Somewhere between the hot and the cold

Somewhere between the new and the old

Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be

Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me

Somewhere between the wrong and the right

Somewhere between the darkness and the light

Somewhere between who I was and who You're making me

Somewhere in the middle, You'll find me

Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control

Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense

Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle

With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is

But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle

Are we caught in the middle

Somewhere between my heart and my hands

Somewhere between my faith and my plans

Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves

Somewhere between a whisper and a roar

Somewhere between the altar and the door

Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more

Somewhere in the middle You'll find me

Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control

Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You're by my side

Loving me even on these nights when I'm caught in the middle

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Creative juices flowing…...

I guess that is what happens when you just don't sleep.  I haven't really slept (to speak of) in almost 3 days now and the worst part of it is that I have no idea why!  I am exhausted and will fall asleep for an hour then up again.  So, at this point, if I happen to fall asleep during the day, I go with it and sleep.  I am sure that is not helping my sleeping "patterns", but I'm simply exhausted.

So Rae and I have been coloring lately.  It is SO cathartic for me and we love it.  But Becky slept over last nigh and she and Becky took the markers and went into the basement to watch movies and color.  So, that left me with no coloring "tools" and no coloring books.  So I dug out my old (and I DO mean old) sketch pad and decided to draw something.  Nothing I draw comes from my own head.  I have to see it somewhere or something like it and then I can bring it to the next level, but I, alone, am not creative.  So I decided to draw an eagle.  I love what the eagle stands for in America.  Freedom.  Majestic Beauty.  Strength.  Power.  and Lord knows I LOVE the American Flag.  That red, white and blue just brings me to tears  And to marry the two together, well that, to me, is a symbol of profound liberty, freedom, strength and a love for this country that I cannot hide.

The funny thing was that I had my sketch pad.  No pencils (weren't sure where they were since I haven't sketched in forever) and all I had was a few pens.  So this eagle is done in pretty much red and blue pens with a little brown and yellow thrown in.  It still isn't done, but as soon as I publish this, I'm going to sit down and finish it.  I could use some "therapy" right now and art is mine.

So, until next time…...