[GreenKeys] You/The George Report - - -

[Nita Lyman]

I truly believe everyone here would agree this would be a fine story for ITTY, as long as your name wasn't mentioned, or at least,or at least the nurse's and Doctors. If this doesn't bring a chuckle to the reader, then perhaps they don't understand us RTTY clan. 

All that matters George is that Mac truck makes it's delivery, without leaving too much sludge behind. I find that most intriguing. Irritation from the boulder's moving around until they found the escape route perhaps. Maybe they got confused on one of those "round~a~bouts. Seems that happens often. Wasn't there just a wreck on one not long ago because of a confused old codger..not sure what city, but quite sure it wasn't Sequim. 

You take your time in healing, for the mind and body work together for healing. Just as with you Roy. If you've already had your surgery, I can only imagine the physical rehab.  Then I get to join in on the fun as well, as I'm having two discs replaced in my neck. My daughter in law has just gone through this with her husband, my HERO SON, who was injured in Irag. Thank God with IED missed them, but knocked them all off their feet into anything that was in the way. My son happened to hit a vehicle.  It's taken him a good 3 months to get back to very light duty, so she wants me there with them in Cameron N.D. I have much to think about, as to whether I want to rent out my home for a year and 1/2, or come home in 3 months. 

I'm sorry George, I know this disappoints you, but Maggie knows what I'll need, especially during restroom stops and showers, I'll be down flat on my back for up to 2 weeks, and do not want to impose on anyone. I just ask for prayers for a fast healing, as I keep all us oldie but goodies in His care. 


Please keep us informed, as we did talk earlier, and am glad you felt well enough to try to figure out how to do what you invented.. hi hi. That's how I hope I feel for at least a couple weeks, so if you don't hear from my, I'm in La La land..  


You are one fine man, and I always hope to have you in my life as an instructor and Professor!! Heck, we get this thing big enough, and we'll have to borrow Donald Trumps private jet for a get together.We may not know one anothee yet, but by the time we get to Trump towers, not remembering one name will we really care, or know why we're there, and HOW we got there?? LOL 

So glad to see you back up and at it George. Please, lay down often and drink lots of H2O. I may not be a doctor, but I play one on the computer.!!

Happy New year to all, and may it be the best news story for us to keep us on our toes and out of trouble

God bless each of you and your families for a busy and Prosperous New year!. 


73,  
Nita
KE7DRT



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 From: George B. Hutchison <w7tty at olypen.com>
To: Til128 at aol.com 
Cc: Rene <rene at shipcom.com>; nick.tusa at tusaconsulting.com; jack hart <wa2hwj at att.net>; Nita Lyman <ke7drt03 at yahoo.com>; DR HOUSE <k9tty at dls.net>; Joe Montano <n9vmo at comcast.net>; Roy H Norris <royhnorris at gmail.com>; Til128 at aol.com; Wayne LeTourneau <letourneau at wiktel.com>; greenkeys at mailman.qth.net 
Sent: Thursday, December 29, 2011 9:28 AM
Subject: Re: You/The George Report - - -
 
This last Tuesday evening left me wondering what the hell is going 
on?

The Urologist was supposed to call me by  the end of business on 
Tuesday advising me of THE PLAN!!!

I had been allowing my humble self pretty much free access to the 
narcotics vault since sometime Sunday, and by Monday evening 
everything was pretty much a pain-limited (not free) world of 
cherubs, harp music, sweet things dressed in perf tape, gossamer 
dresses leaving very little to the imagination, and other conditions 
of life's max enjoyment pinnacles save for the fact I was chained to 
a big jug of stuff labeled "I AM Not A Woman You Can Trust" (line 
from a pivotal scene from Stallone's Movie "The Specialist") 
allowing me a narrow view unto the fact that "joy is what I alone 
will allow you !!", as pronounced by the Evil Narco wench.

Imagine my dismay as I awoke to the clatter of the phone on 
Wednesday morning and the dulcit voice of my urologist aplogizing 
for having apparently ignored  me the previous afternoon and 
evening, and was gushing with placative phrases such as  "can you 
get a shower and get your ass in here in an hour so we can 
PAR-TAY???"

My response was "certainly, master, once I can convince your 
drug-laden party-wench to calm the fires from hell and allow me the 
numbness to proceed with your paltry request. I LOVE a good 
PAR-TAY".. "EXCELLENT" cackled master. "See Ya Soon!!!"

And so it went.

By 1030 I was checked in and felt they they all loved me, as they 
kept asking my name and birthdate. I thought I had a couple of 'em 
fooled when I responded with August, 17, 1842,  and they said that 
date will be what your records will show as your having been 
administered 100 CC of "Amazing Acme Rat Poison".

"Aw Shucks - You done catched me in a little fib" "I Are so sorry" I 
lied.

Later in the afternoon i was in a recovery room surrounded by 
several wonderful women who would one at a time part my robes, 
examine what lay within, gently recover the area after writing a few 
results such as "amazing", "wow!!, 'wonderful" and a couple of "I'll 
Be Back!!" on a sacred script nearby, and retreat to the end of the 
line which had formed for the "Take-A-Number" machine and start over 
again..

My urologist came in and gave me the results of the lab-work 
surrounding what they had found in my left kidney. He said it was 
most curious that in a gooey, paste-like clutter of rusted screws, 
broken springs bent levers and other flotsam they had found a tiny 
can of KS7471 Grease. Go Figure...

As of this morning I have taken no pain-killers, none of my regular 
meds, and am having no excruciating pain but do feel like I have 
some extra rigging dangling in the kidney/ureter/bladder area, and 
that will be dealt with as a matter of course.

Thanks to all of you who have shown any interest in the happenings 
here. I try to share on an upbeat basis, because in reality  this 
could be deemed as being extremely off the teletype topic, but it is 
also becoming very apparent that as this old codger gets up in 
years, the lifetime of experience such as those of my age have to 
share is dimming and becoming an after glow.

Catch us while you can.

73,

George - W7TTY
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