Hospital & Stuff Updated 3 February 2006

21 September, around midnight and I am down in the ER. They are going to admit me and drain my appendix, due to not wanting to operate on me with the ‘bad’ heart, from an ultrasound back in 2003. They did tell me I would get a morphine drip machine. Now to be quite honest, I would never buy morphine on the street and become a sharpshooter. But in the hospital, oh yeah! Give me morphine!

I am admitted about 3 AM. I pushed the morphine button every 8 minutes for about 12 hours straight. Now I haven’t drank since 1998 and I got off rather nicely.

At 4 PM on 22 September they drain the appendix area. A small incision with a lot of Lanacaine shots.

My day nurse for the 6 days I was there is named Heather. A dynamite brilliant and beautiful young lady, very dedicated. About 25, yet she has 4 tattoos (heartbreaking!). Anyway, I start to go into shock, which could have resulted in my dying. I got the chills; the heart is beating quickly, and I get really tired fast. I take beta-blockers, so this ain’t right. Heather is pretty much on top of me saying, "I ain’t losing you". Nobody has EVER told me that. When I came to, which I did, I cried over that lady. If I went into total shock I would have died then and there. Heather would not allow that. Yet I know, it was GOD ALMIGHTY who had the mercy on me.

The morphine was still flowing into me for the six days.

I am discharged. Heather hugged me when I left. GOD bless her. Then I am given three weeks of some home nurses visiting me. My blood pressure was dropping about 25+ points when I stood up. No fun.

Three weeks after that, I am getting better when I get a stab of hurt in my stomach again. Back to ER on the 7th of November. The Cat Scan shows 1 cm of infection in a new area. The idea is to monitor me with antibiotics at 6, 10 and 4 around the clock. This goes on for a week and the morphine is still on. Put it on the insurance tab!

Sunday night, the 20th of November, my Nancy comes over to the hospital for another visit. I can’t figure this one thing about her; she is 21 (I’m 47) and we only had one healthy month together, that being in August. She keeps saying she just wants to be with me and we actually like each other. She gets a hospital cot as Central Washington Hospital encourages pets and family, friends, etc. to visit and stay. Okay by me.

For my 4 AM antibiotic, the nurse comes in and I can hear her snickering, as I wake up. On my right arm and out of the cot is Nancy, just as peaceful as can be. She snuck into my bed while I slept. Tough break. So the antibiotic goes into my Pick Line, and the nurse says it is cool. Nancy says, "Now I can say that I slept with you". Someday honey I may forget my morals.

However I don’t sleep around anymore, it has to be within marriage. With Nancy, due to my faith, I respect her. I am learning with her that love exists out of the bedroom.

So the next day I get the news from my Doctor. With antibiotics the infection grew to 8 cm. In the past week. They have to go in and operate or I die soon.

I meet Dr. Erin Walling, a sweet lady surgeon. She put me right at ease and she had some great humour. I felt okay.

That day Pastor Mike from the Adventist congregation came over and did a healing service according to James 5:14 - 15 "Is someone among you ill? He should call for the elders of the congregation. They will pray for him and rub olive oil on him in the name of the LORD. The prayer offered with trust will heal the one who is ill – the LORD will restore his health; and if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven" (Complete Jewish Bible Translation). I have three pastor friends, Adventist, Baptist and a Pentecostal. Now that is a combo.

I am scheduled for surgery on the 23rd. The night of the 22nd though, in comes my ex-boss Sean and his family. Sean & Lynda have my key and they were feeding Silly. Sean has this box and I am wondering why he brought my ghetto blaster in? I hear a meow. It was my kitty buddy Silly in the cardboard box! I cried like you wouldn’t believe, as my poor little guy was so scared and so happy to be in daddy’s arms. For 90 minutes in the hospital Silly didn’t make a peep. Oh did I want to live for Nancy and Silly at that moment.

Everyone goes home and I think, "LORD, this is it, if I die tomorrow, please raise me up when you come back". I believe that a person sleeps in the grave at death, waiting for YESHUA to call us at the resurrection of the last day. None of this going up into heaven and all the spirits or souls. Check Acts 2:29 and verse 34 especially "For David did not ascend into heaven" (CJB). Job 14 gives us insight also, along with Ecclesiasties 9. But anyway…

Kathy #1 in Florida calls me and wishes me more than her best. She said "Sweetie I still love you and you are going to make it". I still love her also.

So I am in surgery and then I am awake. Man am I stoned. I got an epidermal and some kind of stomach tube coming out from me. But I am zoned out. This is cool!

Thanksgiving night I get this phone call. I am morphined, Nancy having just left. I didn’t have turkey for Thanksgiving, just liquid 7UP. "Hi, I just called to wish you happy Thanksgiving", I hear. "Who is this", I ask? "Kathy", the voice says. I say, "the one from Florida or that ‘one’ from Minnesota"? She says, "Minnesota", and I just hang up.

I did get a Hanukkah card from her when I got home. I tore it up in 4 pieces and stuffed it in an envelope with some ashes and dust. Nancy addressed the envelope back to her. Kathy #2 was the biggest mistake of my life and we should have stayed friends. I was stupid.

How did she find me in hospital? She is still ‘friends’ with Lynda & Sean. So be it. I am like Tim McGraw and Faith Hill "Like we never loved at all", toward her. There is nothing there as it is gone forever. She does still think that she is coming back to me. Her move, as I got a ten-year restraining order against her. She is that dangerous and she might like Chelan County Jail.

I don’t go out with girls that drink now. One glass of wine and the lady is going without me. Harsh? Well, that is the Ukrainian side. Kathy #2 dug vodka and sleeping pills together. Throughout life, the stupidest girls I met where those that drank clear liquor – vodka, gin, rum and tequila. There is something about clear liquor and girls that is a complete turn off to me. It makes them act sloppy, and very unfeminine.

Kathy #2 wouldn’t even make a cheap trollop in a B Grade movie. The trollop has more class.

My last Winston cigarette was the 4th of December, me being discharged on the 2nd of December.

Well there you go. You readers have had a glimpse into my life. As you can see, there are some that have Ukie in them, which have some nice lives. Okay so maybe my life isn’t normal (what is?), but it is rather traditional, old school and pleasant, and I do know how to act toward nice people. True, I treat the weird, game playing and bad mannered people the same as they give me. But I prefer kindness, believe it or not.

Kindness is not a weakness.

My other weapon is the look in your eyes. I wear shades.

I have put the stereotypes of Ukrainians here, with the alternate of this page showing you that ‘life is not bad’ for some of us. And many on the HG page don’t act as fucked up Ukie’s, just a few.

There is still at least one person (maybe more) on the HG page acting smack. To that one I say, "Honey, please get a life first, then a hobby, then try a real man. You are too lonely". It is obvious for all to see.

This page is getting boring for me to do now. This then shall be my last entry on the blog page for a while. The same goes for the webshots photo page. You have enough George photos to scope out. We have a private Nancy page, but you won’t be getting the password to it. You have seen my triumphs, joys, and embarrassments, play by play as I lived it at those times. One thing you know, I have been honest.

I didn’t spend a day or time off in the evenings thinking what I was to put on this or the HG pages. It just comes when I think about it. Off the HG page and it is onwards to things at hand. While the early 70’s where a nice period, I am not obsessed about them, because I still live that way.

But to me, these pages have served their purpose.

Hopefully some of you have had fun. Some haven’t learned as they might still act dysfunctional. Such is the world. I may copy and paste some of the idiotic entries to my ‘Not So Secret Unadmirers’ page and answer them as needed. Stay tuned.

I turned down the foreign radio station offer for Belize in 2006. Nancy and my recovery to health have to do with it.

Let me leave you with one last Q & A –

Q: How do you get a Ukie girl to fuck you in the back seat?
A: Just ask her. She is already there and ready to drive.

And in case you really need to know –

Favourite hoagie – roast beef, lettuce, tomato, onion, oil, vinegar, mayo, sweet peppers, oregano. Provolone and pickles are optional.

Favourite foods (in no particular order) – Chicken (dark meat preferred) with chicken flavoured Rice A Roni. Hamburger with ketchup. Spaghetti with tomato-based sauce & meatballs. Arby’s roast beef with horsey sauce. Green olives.

Favourite coffee – Maxwell House with extra crème and sugar.

Favourite cola - Coke, the real thing.

Political leanings – Ronald Reagan was too damn liberal for me. That is why I am not political.

Dislikes – Cowards. Passive aggressive bahaviour. People who don’t do what they say. People who can’t believe that anything good or positive will come out of a situation. Drunks. Druggies. People who can’t keep a steady thought / conversation. Bitchy cold people. Beets. Eggplant.

Get it? Got it? Good!

I think it was Keates who wrote, "the best lack all discretion in private, while the worst have a passionate intensity". Now dear reader, you figure out where that puts me.

My week beats your year. Ever get the feeling that you have been cheated?

See you on the HG pages.

So, to the one who said on the HG page a bit ago, "Kinda eerie, but George got his just desserts, as GOD is getting hm back for being mean to his ex wife (papraphrased)", let me say this, GOD has allowed me to live, and to heal. What kind of spiteful things have you done in life? So GOD allows you to do things, and is after me? I don't think so, HE knows who ya are.


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