hearts
A highlight of life these days, that my brother now lives in Pensacola. Yesterday we met Walt and Judy at Joe Patti's Restaurant for late lunch. I love my brother more than life can show or say, and all our lives he has been and is everything I never was, and having him nearby and married to his highschool sweetheart after all these years, is beyond even his own dreams. Two hearts constantly aflutter. See, the kingdom of heaven is more than loiteringly "at hand" as John the Baptist proclaimed, the kingdom has come.
What? oh - - little cup of slaw, fried mullet, fried shrimp, fried oysters. Vegetables: baked beans, cheese grits. Ice water. Bite of their, what is it, mandarin-orange whipped cream pineapple cake, they don't serve you a delicate slice either. Joe Patti's has come to be a favorite.
By ten o'clock this morning at Sacred Heart Hospital, a brain scan for Malinda, then one o'clock appointment with the neurosurgeon, then back to Inlet Beach hurrication home. I don't continue blogposts from day to day, but may update tomorrow.
After these weeks, still musing on discussion at our Jan2019 EfM alum gathering, mindful that I did not dream as anticipated while anesthetized for open heart surgery - - which happened eight years ago this morning - - recalling returning to consciousness from total darkness that I've, since, often wondered, having "not-been not-there," in complete oblivion, whether that ineffably nonexperience of Not Being might be similar to or the same as the oblivion of death. Again about that lack of dreams that I, "experienced" is the wrong term, wonder if anesthesization disables some parts of the brain.
Searching online last evening, found an article comparing, contrasting sleep, coma, vegetative state, anesthetized. Read that REM sleep does not happen in coma, when there is no movement of skeletal muscles, and likewise does not happen while deeply anesthetized, which suggested being so close to death that the anesthesiologist's role is crucial, vital, lest the patient slip away. But, anyway my question was answered. No dreams during open heart surgery because there was no REM sleep while anesthetized.
Wednesday's sin: stopping by Krispy Kreme at 9th Avenue and Cervantes on the way back to the hotel from Joe Patti's. Thus now, black coffee and a chocolate cake donut.
Eat your heart out.
T
What? oh - - little cup of slaw, fried mullet, fried shrimp, fried oysters. Vegetables: baked beans, cheese grits. Ice water. Bite of their, what is it, mandarin-orange whipped cream pineapple cake, they don't serve you a delicate slice either. Joe Patti's has come to be a favorite.
By ten o'clock this morning at Sacred Heart Hospital, a brain scan for Malinda, then one o'clock appointment with the neurosurgeon, then back to Inlet Beach hurrication home. I don't continue blogposts from day to day, but may update tomorrow.
After these weeks, still musing on discussion at our Jan2019 EfM alum gathering, mindful that I did not dream as anticipated while anesthetized for open heart surgery - - which happened eight years ago this morning - - recalling returning to consciousness from total darkness that I've, since, often wondered, having "not-been not-there," in complete oblivion, whether that ineffably nonexperience of Not Being might be similar to or the same as the oblivion of death. Again about that lack of dreams that I, "experienced" is the wrong term, wonder if anesthesization disables some parts of the brain.
Searching online last evening, found an article comparing, contrasting sleep, coma, vegetative state, anesthetized. Read that REM sleep does not happen in coma, when there is no movement of skeletal muscles, and likewise does not happen while deeply anesthetized, which suggested being so close to death that the anesthesiologist's role is crucial, vital, lest the patient slip away. But, anyway my question was answered. No dreams during open heart surgery because there was no REM sleep while anesthetized.
Wednesday's sin: stopping by Krispy Kreme at 9th Avenue and Cervantes on the way back to the hotel from Joe Patti's. Thus now, black coffee and a chocolate cake donut.
Eat your heart out.
T