After my last few posts writing today feels like a chore, and I don't have as clear of a focus of conversation as I did the previous few days, but maybe I ought to just discuss what is happening and how I feel about that for once.
My father had a procedure done on his heart yesterday. It wasn't surgery because there was no cutting involved but there was a laser involved in the procedure. The way I understand it, (and admittedly I don't understand it very well) the doctor goes inside the heart and burns different areas of the heart with the laser and causes some scarring on the heart which clears some of the pathways of the arteries and helps the heart to function better. It is all very strange and this may not be exactly what happens, but what was clear is that there was a laser involved, scarring, and that the hope is that the procedure will help the heart to beat more regularly and correct the ABFIB that is happening. Dad got through the procedure ok and is recovering today. Yesterday was a lot of hurry up and waiting. I rushed to the hospital first thing in the morning to be there before he went in for the procedure to see him off. Then we waited two hours for the doctor to come, then once they took him back, Mom and I waited in the waiting room for another hour to hear whether or not the were going to be able proceed. (He had a blood clot not long ago and they were not able to do the procedure then, so he had to just come home that time.) I then had to rush to my doctor's appointment all the way from Elkhart to South Bend to get there on time, and then when I got there I had to wait another 2 hours before seeing the doctor. I hurried out of there, rushed home to shower and change, and then hurried back to the hospital to see how Dad was doing. When I got back he was still in the procedure, so I left with Mom to eat and then we made our way back again. More waiting. Finally, he came out of the procedure and was ok, the doctor talked to us briefly, and then more waiting for him to wake up. We finally got to see him for a few minutes, but he was still pretty well sedated, so again we sat and waited until finally seeing him one last time briefly at 6:00. Then I rushed back from Elkhart to South Bend to make it back in time to see a movie with my niece and nephew. The day was just filled with hurry up and wait! Ah well, some days you are busy doing nothing, I guess, but I am glad it is over, and that Dad is doing well.
I did make pretty good use of my time though, researching and discussing and considering possible honeymoon ideas for this year. Last year was the "Staycation", so this year I think we ought to do something sort of big. New York or Boston are kind of high on the list of possible choices, but we'll need to discuss it a bit and look at our condo options before making a decision. I also spent some time finishing one of my goals for the year (hooray for accomplishment!) and working on my bible reading and study. I'll probably spend some more time discussing my views on the bible again soon, but my thoughts are not particularly organized on that today.
I saw Prometheus again yesterday, and I have to say, I enjoyed it so much more the second time. I think there is so much about it that is not thoroughly answered, so many things left open for interpretation and so much subtlety to the dialogue that I did not notice the first time through. It is an excellent and beautiful film, and it makes some interesting points about man's nature and our desire to be like the Gods. I think the name Prometheus was a perfect choice for the film and the characters. Ultimately it shows where the hearts of the characters reside. There is an interesting relationship between faith and science to the film as well as human nature, creation, and family. Some really terrific themes, so glad I went and saw it again...and speaking of those things I've seen, let me add Doctor Who to the brilliance list. It's not perfect, but the Doctor's ongoing attempts to save humanity are certainly a joy to watch. It has humor and is sometimes goofy, but David Tenant personifies the difficulty of being a 900 year old time traveler extremely well. It is bittersweet. There is nothing in the universe that you cannot see or do, but you are destined to be alone, as the people you love and the world dies around you. Not to mention the Doctor is in a constant state of making up for the shortcomings of the beings around him that he interacts with and has to save humanity again and again at great peril and often with personal self sacrifice, but then, that is why we admire and love him, isn't it?
Speaking of dying and sacrifice, I was discussing this very thing with my aunt and uncle yesterday, they had good thoughts on it. They've endured many loved family members slowly dwindling away due to sickness and old age, and my aunt said, "There are far worse things than dying, the young don't really understand that. When you are young, death is your greatest fear, but as you get older you realize that living a long life can be even worse." Of course, this has nothing really to do with the Doctor's dilemma and long life, after all, he does not suffer in old age as humans do and frequently regenerates and has a new incarnation that is like living a new life, but for us mere mortals, there is any number of diseases and infirmities that we are forced to suffer as we live longer and longer. I agree with my aunt, that is far worse than death.
Hmmm, how did I get onto this morose topic? Ah well, more on these things later.
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