'tis the night before surgery

Brimuze

Strat-Talk Member
Mar 5, 2021
47
MacclesfieldSt
i'm two hours away from being NPO'd and 9.5 hours away from being wheeled into the OR.

the surgery is going to be intense, but i feel pretty good about it, over all... a little creeped out about all the incisions and tissue swapping as they reconstruct my scalp where the tumor was, but what the hell, i'll be asleep for that.

in any case, its a major part of my treatment and recovery and I'm glad to get the show on the road.

i'm probably going to be up all night, but just in case common sense prevails and i get some sleep i just wanted to thank all of you who've been kind and supportive while i go through this cancer trip...

i cant wait to get through it and get back in action, the wildlife hosptial still has the same issues it did before my diagnosis - we have to move our facility to a location that i have yet to secure, and this timeout to beat cancer wasnt really what i was looking for...

but no matter!

the only thing circumstances ever do to a person is show them the boundaries of the game. i'm up for all the tasks and let's face it - necessity is the kindest taskmaster - it removes all indecison and doubt and those two bastards are idiots who can **** all the way off.

here's to doing what needs to be done, day in and day out!

anyway, here on surgery eve i'm glad to have the friends here i have, you know who you are!

and the ones who dont dig me, well, right backatcha, ya dingbats! LOLOLOLOLOLOL

okay now lets see how much trouble i can get in here before i'm "etherized on the table"

(i'm putting all my likes from my previous incarnation on this site up for grabs to the first of you mofos who can identify that quote without resorting to your search engine or personal library :cool::whistling::D)
Makes my .problems seem insignificant . Good Luck. Brimuze
 

monte merrick

Most Honored Senior Member
Makes my .problems seem insignificant . Good Luck. Brimuze
but you know what, we all have to get through our own lives... mostly i am a very lucky man, i live by choice doing work that matters to me in a circle of people with mutual love and respect... sure id rather not be in the hospital -but that's just the things that happen...ive actually got it very good. i know plenty of people with burdens you cant see that id never want to be mine... so please dont think because ive (or anybody) got some challenges now that might look hard, that your own burden doesnt matter. we all earn our stripes one way or another.
 

Quills

Strat-Talk Member
Mar 6, 2017
28
farmington, nm
i'm two hours away from being NPO'd and 9.5 hours away from being wheeled into the OR.

the surgery is going to be intense, but i feel pretty good about it, over all... a little creeped out about all the incisions and tissue swapping as they reconstruct my scalp where the tumor was, but what the hell, i'll be asleep for that.

in any case, its a major part of my treatment and recovery and I'm glad to get the show on the road.

i'm probably going to be up all night, but just in case common sense prevails and i get some sleep i just wanted to thank all of you who've been kind and supportive while i go through this cancer trip...

i cant wait to get through it and get back in action, the wildlife hosptial still has the same issues it did before my diagnosis - we have to move our facility to a location that i have yet to secure, and this timeout to beat cancer wasnt really what i was looking for...

but no matter!

the only thing circumstances ever do to a person is show them the boundaries of the game. i'm up for all the tasks and let's face it - necessity is the kindest taskmaster - it removes all indecison and doubt and those two bastards are idiots who can **** all the way off.

here's to doing what needs to be done, day in and day out!

anyway, here on surgery eve i'm glad to have the friends here i have, you know who you are!

and the ones who dont dig me, well, right backatcha, ya dingbats! LOLOLOLOLOLOL

okay now lets see how much trouble i can get in here before i'm "etherized on the table"

(i'm putting all my likes from my previous incarnation on this site up for grabs to the first of you mofos who can identify that quote without resorting to your search engine or personal library :cool::whistling::D)
I am praying for you!
 

rossmon

Strat-Talk Member
Mar 1, 2018
53
northern cali
i'm two hours away from being NPO'd and 9.5 hours away from being wheeled into the OR.

the surgery is going to be intense, but i feel pretty good about it, over all... a little creeped out about all the incisions and tissue swapping as they reconstruct my scalp where the tumor was, but what the hell, i'll be asleep for that.

in any case, its a major part of my treatment and recovery and I'm glad to get the show on the road.

i'm probably going to be up all night, but just in case common sense prevails and i get some sleep i just wanted to thank all of you who've been kind and supportive while i go through this cancer trip...

i cant wait to get through it and get back in action, the wildlife hosptial still has the same issues it did before my diagnosis - we have to move our facility to a location that i have yet to secure, and this timeout to beat cancer wasnt really what i was looking for...

but no matter!

the only thing circumstances ever do to a person is show them the boundaries of the game. i'm up for all the tasks and let's face it - necessity is the kindest taskmaster - it removes all indecison and doubt and those two bastards are idiots who can **** all the way off.

here's to doing what needs to be done, day in and day out!

anyway, here on surgery eve i'm glad to have the friends here i have, you know who you are!

and the ones who dont dig me, well, right backatcha, ya dingbats! LOLOLOLOLOLOL

okay now lets see how much trouble i can get in here before i'm "etherized on the table"

(i'm putting all my likes from my previous incarnation on this site up for grabs to the first of you mofos who can identify that quote without resorting to your search engine or personal library :cool::whistling::D)
The best of luck and surgeons skill for you repair job. I just had a small, actually tiny surgery by comparison for my carpal tunnel release surgery. I was worried since it was my first surgery but it went very well and 3 weeks later I have most of my right
hands strength back. Take care!
 

Bowmap

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Platinum Supporting Member
Dec 23, 2017
11,556
X
So I assume they didn't have too many parts left over. That the part I like best afterwards. Getting in some GOOD sleep. Plus you have a good excuse to tell people that come in your room to buzz off.

Nixie tube display. Kewl.
 

Doc538

Strat-Talker
Silver Member
Dec 10, 2017
467
Ma
Congratulations to @Mansonienne for correctly identifying the quotation "etherized on the table" as coming from the classic poem of the American (British wannabe) poet T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T. S. Eliot


S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.


Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows, the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


Oh Sure, that was fair! in France, they read T.S Elliot while in the Boston Public Schools I was reading "see Jane run"
 

Roger66

Senior Stratmaster
Jun 21, 2021
1,264
Port Hueneme
So I assume they didn't have too many parts left over. That the part I like best afterwards. Getting in some GOOD sleep. Plus you have a good excuse to tell people that come in your room to buzz off.

Nixie tube display. Kewl.
Yeah, they ARE cool! I bought a kit once. Big mistake! One had to solder the tubes directly to the circuit board! Some of the tubes were bad. It's worth it to buy an assembled one. Even though I am solderer extrordinaire. That kit was no good.
 


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