See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money love and dreams Which he spent like they was going out of style And he keeps right on a changin' for the better or the worse And searchin' for a shrine he's never found Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse Or if the going up is worth to coming down He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned He's a walkin' contradiction partly truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
Arrived at Via Christi Saint Francis Medical Center at 0530.
Got admitted. Went up to the surgical floor.
Out of the clothes and into the gown.
Belly was shaved.
Warm up shot.
Rolled to Pre Op.
IV in each arm.
Second warm up shot.
The last thing I remember was going through the double doors into the OR.
Woke up in the rolling bed going down a passageway surrounded by people.
Got to the room.
Doc and a small squad of nurses doing checks.
One nurse said that I needed to get up and walk!
The answer is not repeatable in mixed company. I assure you of that.
The surgery started at 0800. It was all done by 0945.
Left Kidney had been removed. The Fancy word is nephrectomy.
When I was released 4 days later, Doc Farha told me the pathology said that it was cancer.
Smack! Upside the head.