Yesterday afternoon, Margie drove me into town to see Dr. O'Malley again. If you could look at my tummy, you would see an ugly, frightening mess... big scabs circled by rings of dried blood where the poker-chip brace buttons used to be, a long, vertical, suture slicing through my tummy and belly button area that looks decent enough at the top with its staple scarring, but remains wide open in the middle - a good two and half inches long and inch and a half wide and raw flesh in the gap. Doc says this is going to take one to two more months to heal.
Even then, a bulging hernia will be left behind, thanks to the different times the suture opened. He will remove that hernia, but given all I have been through wants to wait another 6 months before he does.
But he says that the place in my large intestine where my right colon was cut out is pretty much healed, and I can eat anything.
Remember how, during that three-day long period of clear liquids and fasting prior to my surgery, I fantasized about eating Milano's pizza? We decided that this was the day to do it. Margie and I went to Milano's to order and pick up the pizza, then we took it to Melanie's house, where the family would gather to it.
Melanie provided the salad.
Diamond was most interested, but could have none. You understand that I am still shooting everything with my iPhone and there are some things you can't control with an iPhone, like shutter speed.
I have been wrestling with the idea of graduating from the iPhone to the pocket camera that Zun Lee gave me. For quite awhile, the iPhone was the only camera that was practical if I were going to blog, as I just did not have the strength and energy to use a computer and download into it and process pictures, but I did have the energy - just barely - to take a photo with my iPhone and then post it straight from the phone.
I would have graduated already, but I keep thinking about palette. Someday, I hope to closely edit all the pictures I will have taken during this process and compile some kind of story - mostly because I am so angry about the US health insurance system and the backwards thinking "leaders" doing all their best to stand in the way of reform and to reverse the reform already in place, thus to insure that ever more people will face the kind of financially ruinous challenge I face... if they are fortunate enough to get someone to care for them at all.
So, having started in the iPhone, maybe for the sake of palette, I should complete it in the iPhone. It means a lot of missed shots and more blurry photos that imply physical weakness. Blur and physical weakness... lots of missed shots... seems kind of appropriate.
As we ate, the folks on the other side of the table suddenly became very interested in something behind me. What could it be?
It was a bird!
Kalib finished his dinner under the table.
Then Margie drove me home. Margie has driving me to every single place I have gone since my surgery June 29. I think it is about time for me to start driving again.