Magic Bullets

Here we see a few key elements to the healing process - Nice flowers (thanks, Gail) A monkey card, hand delivered by Deborah, and a rarely seen stash of Ginger Ale*..

Big developments today. Lots of chair sitting, using the commode, further distances traveled by walker with much more sure-footedness.

The pain seems to be more manageable, and the nausea, while still annoying, passes occasionally, possibly due to the ginger ale and a few crackers, a remedy suggested by our friend Shari who had this operation a few months ago.

We're talking a solid five on the shittiness scale, folks. It's getting better all the time.

Nancy thanks everyone and gets a lot of encouragement from your expressions of love and support!


*Somewhere in the depths of Ginger Ale World  Headquarters, there is a marketing war room in which a young guy with a fresh MBA, poorly concealed tattoos and a bad haircut is staring at a map of the United States. The map is lit up to display the significant sales and distribution centers of the various Ginger Ale brands - but he's not looking at those. He's looking at the center of the map, in Missouri, which is almost completely dark. It looks like North Korea in that photograph from space of Asia  at night: almost a Total Blackout. General Ginger Ale Junkyard.  But wait, There is a faint glow, right there! Someone bought the only Schwepps ginger ale in St Louis! It was just after 11:00 at night, in a 24 hour, 30,000 square foot superstore, in a vast aisle with 150 kinds of cola, 72 kinds of lemon-lime, and Mountain Dew in every conceivable color. (though the flavor is always the same.) Sitting alone on a neglected shelf were six small bottles of the good stuff along with a half liter of generic brand. And someone found it and bought it!


Could be a trend, you never know.