The Buckets by Greg Cravens for May 17, 2018

Not if he dies! Ya can’t take it with ya then.

It’s great when artists put their real life experiences to good use!

Nice to have a doctor with a sense of humor.

I don’t think we fear death, we fear pain, suffering, and being alone. Also, the unknown.

That which does not kill you makes you stronger

Are you feeling any stronger?

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the Horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the yearsFinds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll.I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

this just gets funnier by the day

Just leave your dignity at the door.

Too close to home for me today.

When you get home, hug everybody.

finding the humor in something so scary might be some of the best therapy

that will NEVER happen, Larry. my dad is at his 66, he sees blood he passes out even if it’s not from here. Meanwhile, I am the one dealing with this kind of stuff and bandaging the whole group of nuts here.

About 8 years ago, right after I was awarded disability because of my arthritis, I had a strangulated hernia and took my first ambulance ride to the hospital where they rushed me in for a hernia repair the same day. I day or 2 later I was back in the OR because the first operation didn’t “take” that operation ended with a 2 month coma, and during the coma I had a bowel reconstruction, I was on a ventilator for 3 weeks, my kidneys shut down at 1 point (one dialysus treatment was enough to kick them back into action), and twice during the coma my doctors gave me a 0% of living (yes, I proved them wrong). When I woke up from the coma, my legs had atriphied and I had to relearn how to walk, but I never did recover the fine motor control so I use a 4 wheeled walker to go just about everywhere. When I finally got out of the hospital I spent 6 months in a nursing home getting rehab and finding a new place to live with my new disabilities. Since then I’ve had a long string of intestinal blockages and infected venus stasis ulcers (there were times when I was such a regular in the emergancy room that the nurses and doctors knew me by name. Right now I’m recovering from a pressure sore on my foot that got infected and had to be surgically opened and drained, it’s slow healing and I’ve been in a wheelchair because of it for almost 6 months now, but the best thing I’ve found to keep me going is a good sense of humour, both mine and the doctor’s.

I don’t fear dying from a heart attack. I fear wasting time recovering from one.

Uh, some of do fear death. My father-in-law passed a year ago and my house is full of his furniture and probate promises more merry heck.

Left my fear of death behind in the hospital. We’d become too close to being acquainted for any stranger danger.