10 years 5 months ago - 10 years 5 months ago#25606by GKLINE
Fantastic stories from everyone! These take me back to the recovery room and even there, there was some humor. I am such a wimp compared to you guys. I got out of bed only 2 times the day after surgery and only made a short walk down the hall. It took longer to hitch up the bags and tubes than the walk. I remember the encouragment of the nurse was giving me as I was sure I would pass out at any second.
You guys are my heros. My first walk after discharge was 50 yards! And then I needed an arm to get back to the house!
But, and mine is a BIG BUTT! I did have a few interesting visits from members of the clergy. They don't seem to be in as much demand as before, I guess. My first visit was from my own priest... I don't remember a thing, I was so doped up. He was going on vacation, so, on his way out of town, he came in for a visit to The Drugged up Vegetable. He said I even talked. I don't remember a thing.
The next visit was a Deacon and an Ex Episcipol Priest at 11pm one night. My roomate thought it was spooky... and it was.
The next day a local Methodist minister came by to say she heard I was welcoming the clergy.
The Presbeterian minister came by for a chat
The Roman Catholic priest came by for a visit, hoping I might return to the fold. He did stay a while and seemed to want to stay longer. I guess I must have needed real saving.
The next visit was a healing minister, or ministress. She gave me a gol ball with a 4 leaf clover on it. (I lost it last week with a powerfull shank on the third hole)
I waited with anticipation for a visit from the local Rabbi. I was told he charged for each visit though. I was disappointed to learn he would not be available until after my discharge. But, I was encouraged to learn he would NOT charge for a visit to the hospital, on house calls.
Now, normally I would not be a worrying kind of guy. But I really must have needed some kind of Salvation to have had so many visitors from God. I know being a car dealer is not the Classiest of profession, But I can't think they were ALL looking for a good deal on their next car!
Seriously, I really loved their visits, and they helped make a bad time, just a little more bearable. Not once, did any of them put the full court press on me. And Boy, do they know how to listen!
So sorry for the Crushing Word Count.
Light a man a fire and he is warm for an evening.
Light a man ON fire and he's warm forever.
08/08/08...RC neo bladder
New Man! [/size]