Got home from the hospital in time to catch the start of the Senate impeachment. Watching the ABC video feed with NPR for the (slightly delayed but more informative) audio. I lasted about twenty minutes before I lost attention and put on some music. The video was the same for some time - old white suits standing at the lectern, no doubt droning. I suppose it's all very historic, but I'm completely alienated and detached.
After the anesthesiologist (who I'll call Dr. Nod) began doin' his thing up at my (head) end, my old chum the podiatrist (who I'll call Dr. Pod here) down at feet said something about giving me the local, I think Dr. Nod put me under briefly... then I noticed the leg twitching all over, and I said "It feels like the DTs!" and they wondered how I would know about a thing like that. They'd pointed out the laser as they gurney'd me into the theater, a Lumina 55. As Dr. Pod got to work aft, I started babbling about James Bond in "Goldfinger" again, and unlike the youthful Dr. Pod, Dr. Nod knew what I was talking about. Dr. Pod was very quick, doing up my foot, and he said that I "...was in rare form today!" No smell this time (said they have an exhaust now), but the post-op shoe the charming Michelle gave me is so uncomfortable and unwieldy <1> that I'm just wearing my Lands End `Teva' sandals (which I call my Vlad shoes) for the duration, with the forward strap maxed out on the left one, to accommodate the dressing on that foot.
Three drives today:
ABC - American Broadcasting Company
DTs - delirium tremens
NPR - National Public Radio
RN - Registered Nurse
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<1> My suspicion
is they're deliberately designed to inhibit