J. E. Goodrich

Things did not go well with my Dad’s latest operation. According to the doctor, the blood vessels in his right eye are all dead and the eye is useless. They’re going to take a look at the left eye and see if there’s anything that can be done to improve it.

Some background – His left eye had a broken blood vessel in it that was repaired with laser surgery about ten years ago. He can see out of it, but there’s a dead spot and the vision is blurry. Reading is almost impossible and television is a blur. Hopefully, they might be able to improve the eye enough so that his vision is good enough to read.

Its surprising that a man who spend three years with the Marines in World War II bombing the Japanese in the Pacific and thirty-three years as a city firefighter, all with virtually no serious injuries, gets hammered with such a serious case.

Updates as they occur.

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My wife is my best friend. Ellen is my companion, my partner, my friend that I can talk with, my friend to go to for advice or when I need vent about work. Our conversations can range from silly to serious and cover numerous topics. And although her interests aren’t always the same as mine, she also knows things that I don’t.

Ellen and I don’t always communicate well. Sometimes we get angry at each other over silly little things. We each have little character flaws that sometimes get on each other’s nerves.

To my wife and my best friend, Happy Valentine’s Day.

BTW – What’s for dinner tonight, dear?

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A few years ago, I came up with a theory –

The ratio of personality types is a constant.

In other words, the larger the group, the greater the number of people who will end up with an irritating personality.

I don’t work well in large groups.

Today starts my new work shift – Noon to 8:30 PM, Monday through Friday. I made the change for two reasons. First, to avoid much of the traffic headache when the company moves to its new building. Second, it’s a much smaller group that works on that shift. And with most of the suits and skirts gone after 5 PM, things should be much more relaxed.

Less people, less problems.

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First of all, my Dad had an examination yesterday and they scheduled him for surgery on February 13 to try and save his eye. If the surgery works, he should have some vision (the doctors won't hazard a guess on how good or bad this will be). If it doesn't work, they'll probably have to remove the eye.

Today would have been Joe's 33rd birthday. Between the Steeler's win on Sunday and his birthday, I'm sure he would have had a great week. Happy birthday, Joe.

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Monday morning at 4:00 AM, I got a call from my Mom that my Dad had fallen and injured his eye and the medics were on the way to take him to the hospital. Late that afternoon, they took him in for a 6-hour surgery to try and save his eye. He went back home yesterday, but we won’t know for several weeks if the surgery was successful. For someone who reads as much as my Dad, his eyes are very valuable. Updates as they occur.

Some random thoughts over the past few days --

What is it about hospital beds that make people look like they’re on death’s door?

Waiting is never fun. Waiting in hospitals is worse. For someone like me who want’s to know what’s going on and hates inactivity, its downright torture.

Modern medicine is a miracle. Despite all the negatives about how current system, I don’t believe that better care is possible anywhere else in the world.

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