DEEP WATER!

The soul is snatched from the body in the blink of an eye. It now lies at the bottom of a cavern of total darkness, filled with water. Nothing is here, no movement of the deep water, no sound, no light, no life. A place like none other. Why am I here? Confusion reigns. The soul feels nothing of the cold but longs for the body it once inhabited. The body it once shared had been home for a long, long, time. For five dark, lonely days it lay there at the bottom of the deep water. Then it begins to rise slowly at first, then increases seemingly with a purpose. It spews out the side of the mountain over boulders of a sun drenched purifying stream. Just as quickly as it left the body it's back in the old man. The body jumps as the spirit of the man is whole once again. The eyes open and new life begins. Not the life of a newborn, the life of a new chapter, given. Family is there loving smiling faces a glow with the meaning of life itself.   FOR IT'S NOT TO QUESTION, BUT TO ENJOY. ONES GIVEN A SECONND CHANCE SHOULD LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST AND NEVER FORGET THE DEEP WATER OF NO LIFE.

NUTSHELL

I have been through highs and lows recently. I know that sounds so simple and corny, but in ways believe me you don't want to experience! I have  so many things to talk upon and will simply return to my rambling style hoping to get it out. It seems I have a large puzzle piece inside wanting to come out. It's all garbled without coherency, more so from lack of full understanding of the last few weeks. Almost daily Doctor visits have got my body stable and looking to the future of which GlenView will be an integral part of. I have many short stories come to me while I wait away the hours to recovery. Short stories are my favorite but takes more time. I 'll have the time during recovery, and hopefully will get my little used mind of the last month. I pushed myself a tad hard today, visited my mom for a few hours, having a real good time, but then my copper top body went _______ . Time for nappy pooh for me. My mother is 84 and four of us played a card game called 500 rum and she scorched our asses.

I appreciate all the little overlooked details now with great love and appreciation. We take the simplicity of our daily life as forever. it ain't baby! I lost 30 pounds in three weeks. One hell of a diet, I must say! Doubt it will get me anywhere as a diet fad though! Haven't had any caffeine in a month. Blood pressure is as low as its ever been in my life.

"What have I learned?"

"Excellent question, sure glad you asked?

All the warnings, good advice hit me smack dab! Simple yet sure, absolutely no one can understand unless you've been there, AND will, the powerful hit in the noggin sink deep enough to alter the rest of your life? I certainly hope so!

It's as hard on family members as it is you. They become your rock. Solid, caring, whatever it takes to get you well. The love of family is, and stays unquestionable! Ain't that great!!!

I have took a small step forward everyday since coming home Monday. Doesn't seem like much but believe me it is!

Someone once asked me, "do you know how to eat an elephant?" Certainly a strange question!

The answer, "one bite at a time." There sits the road to my recovery, one rehabilitation exercise, one step, one good thought, one day at a time. This adventure in blogging will reign at the top, for I missed it dearly!    

TO ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE, I WISH YOU PEACE, FOR THE STRESS INSIDE IS THE REAL KILLER, AND HOW YOU LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT, IS LIFE ITSELF, IN A NUTSHELL!!!            Glen . . . .

HOSPITALS, AND HEART ATTACKS! YEP!

Hello, my friends, and I truly mean that! I have been totally out of since the 17 th of September. I had a heart attack about 5:30 p m. I was found at work turning purple. I was given chest compressions until the ambulance arrived. On the way to the hospital, I was shocked back twice, At the hospital I was shocked again, so technically, I suppose, this old man was entering into the someplace else zone three times. ( My own twilight zone!) Now I remember none of this! For several days I lie with a machine keeping this old fart alive, and of course I remember none of this! The tube was removed and me body kick started, like a good but, old Harley Davidson motorcycle. I regained consciousness fully perplexed, mind fog . . . I'd reckon! Even while been told what had happened, it did not seem real. I had nothing to go on, my mind had been shut down. At this point I had been at the local hospital for five days. A battery of test are administered on me. Luckily, no heart damage! A blood clot put old Glen down. The worry was I may have brain damage. You may judge for yourself, while I try returning to myself! I was given blood thinner medicine, a few more days and I was sent home.

BUT WAIT . . . THERE'S MORE . . . MUCH MORE TO THIS STORY!!!  YES THERE IS!

I was home at home a couple days when things took a turn for the worse.  ( I know you're sayin' to your self, " how can it get much worse?")

I begin coughing up blood and continually got worse, I was coughing up small pieces of what appeared to me of very important inner lung. I was burning up, as my body was fighting once again. Another ambulance ride to the hospital. The local county hospital thought it best I was transferred to the big city hospital. There are no beds available, I must wait! After about six hours of seemingly, a week long, I received the worst ride of my life. I have been sweating profusely for many hours and during my hour long ride in the ambulance it continued more so. I swear every bump, and rock on the interstate was intentionally hit! Now I'm at the big city hospital. I went on an obstacle course of sorts arriving in the intensive care. My body is still on fire. I'm being poked and prodded in places where modesty once abound. No modesty in me, looong gone, I'm in the hands of the best in the state. Stuff was comin' out of me from many places. Again, another battery of test, I was given blood due to internal bleeding. A blood vacuum tube was placed in my throat and once again one of them incubation tubes. Many medicine's of which I have no idea later, my vacuum tube and breathing tube was pulled. For two days I have had nothing to drink and my mouth was as cotton. Self awareness of my surroundings was slowly seeping back in. The internal bleeding subsided, blood was getting thicker, vitals better. I was well enough to leave the critical care unit. First real food and being able to sit on the side of the bed lifted my spirits. Much medicine including anti-biotics for a lung infection. A couple days here with improvement, I was moved once again to another room, one step closer to leaving. I returned home Monday the 6 th to my humble but beautiful home. I'll have much more to tell you in the future, right now I grow tired as the last three weeks has depleted my energy level to a place I've never known, I wish to end on a beautiful note.

I was heavily sedated after my heart attack, machinery keeping me alive, a most beautiful happening occurred, I'll leave it up to you to think upon.

I SEE A YOUNG DAKK HAIRED WOMAN STANDING AT THE LEFT FOOT OF MY BED, ON THE RIGHT FOOT WAS A TALL, BROWN HAIRED YOUNG MAN. THERE WAS THIS MAGNIFICENT GOLDEN LIGHT SHINING FROM BEHIND THEM. I SHALL SAY NO MORE. A PEACEFULNESS SETTLES UPON ME AS I RETURN TO SLEEP!

WHAT A DREAM!

The Elders of the universe cry. The little planet with everything to give, is in a state of impending doom. It should be utopia, natural resources a plenty. Why oh why . . .  is such a beautiful world being led to Armageddon?

The diamond in the rough nears self-destruction. How many bombs of annihilation does a tiny planet need?

The question is, let it play out to destruction, only to be re-seeded and grown again.

Interfere, many wish to do this. Too many good people shall be destroyed by the few who are sickened by the diseases of power, greed, control.

Wipe out the diseased ones, and save most of humanity, seems most logical!

After all in the animal kingdom the strong survive, the weak are weaned out.

Somehow in the human kingdom things have gone astray.

How is it possible that the regular humans are controlled like cattle to slaughter?

All are born and grow up with the same level of intelligence. Wrong.

The true ones of the earth, are simple ones, growing, living off the land, raising their young, seeing themselves as one with this beautiful planet.

The manipulative ones are lazy, educated in slavery, control, the simple ones of the land, are conquered, forced against their wishes, to either play the games or be destroyed. That's what happens when ones see the world from two different views.

To be simple, raise families, enjoy the simplistic needs of life.

Others are all about greed, control, those are their values.

The Elders decide to eliminate those not pure of heart.  

Flummoxed, Flumadiddle, but wait, there's more!!!

WHOO-WEE . . . What kind of word is that? Flum-mox-ed . . . I have hit the mother lode of words here! I'm so excited, and perplexed. I don't even know what it means, yet I be a willing to give my five cents worth. Since I have little sense, who knows where this'll go. Maybe, I say MAYBE . .  I should just go to bed and dream about it. That would be the smart thing, but . . . you know me hopefully by now, and I have to go a couple rounds with flummoxed.

Flume be the first thing on my mind, like a flume of water coming down from the mountains.

Flu, don't like that!

Moxy = nerve, or I might say "that dude has plenty of balls!"

I'm gonna make me a word up about. I see and work with a bunch of flumos everyday. I just like the way that word sounds. It's my blog and I like it!!!

DAMN!!! I RAN ACROSS AN EVEN BETTER WORD THAN FLUMMOXED.

FLUMADIDDLE. Is that not a humdinger of a word or what? It means utter nonsense. or worthless frills.

I don't see how a cow's udder has any connection?  

((( Ohh! Silly me! When I say utter in me head, it sounds like udder. Never mind . . . old age brain fart thing! )))

Back to the fuming thing. Well what the hell be a fuming? I know what a fume is. Man sometimes I cut a fart you know, "sheesh where the hell did them fumes come from," I ask.

"I sure didn't eat anything that tasted that bad going in, I got me an internal gas maker some
where's up my ass!"

Gosh darn it, I got sidetracked . . . Imagine that!

I read a Norman Vincent Peale book a looong time ago, called The Power of Positive Thinking. Too bad it didn't work!

Anyhow, he mentioned, "fuming and fretting." 

If one is fuming, (giving off gas), and fretting, (mad) maybe that's what spontaneous human combustion be all about! Get soo mad and let one escape, flammo, good bye!

Fumadiddle is a variant of flumadiddle, well who gives a fuckadiddle!

Post It Note! err somethuin.

Up and watched the sunrise this cool Sunday morning. It was 57 degrees, walking around outside sends shivers through all me timbers, it was mightily ree-freshing though! Yes sir! Good friends of mine. Earlier in the week it was brutally hot, that darn ol' humidity don't wanna give up then dog days of summer without a fight. Them fall days are approaching real fast, can feel it already. Temperature never went higher than 75, I don't reckon yesterday. A breeze along with that coolness made it perfect mowing weather for this here, old man. I push mowed at the lowest setting a tryin' to kill that green shit out. We have had so much rain this summer I could still be a mowin' that stinkin', fricking carpet from Hellania twice a week, usually I mow once every two weeks by now.

No, no, no I don't mean to complain about the rain when plenty out there need it! Ya see I just hate to mow grass!  (Ainna like a smoking grass you know that gives ya a nice little buzz!) I get the sneezies and runny nose syndrome shite! I'm now using my mulching mower and mowing it by hand to eliminate some of that dander, blowout crap that gives me the sneezzy-gee-bees, from all them grasses, trees, hoodoo, voodoo, hist-a-mean-to-me SHITE! Takes me a lot longer but since I bought It, may as well use it before I lose it, ya see.

Haven't been posting, me mind's been, other places, AND not places I want it to be! No sir! I wish I had me a no-thinkin' switch, just turn me nose or something and turn that damn ol' no-thinkin switch off, HALLE-BERRY, oopsey, sorry, sometimes it's harder than a hard-on, being me! (Oh! did I just say what I thinka I said???)  (( I meant to say hallelujah! Butt, butt, butt!!! The first a thing that come to me mind when I was typing h-a-l-l-e, ya see . . .  was well . . . I'm sure you men understand! Is that not a fine woman, or what?))

(((OKAY!!! I, A, GONNA EXPLAIN SOMETHUN TO YOU MY FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD.)))

I had to take a temporary hiatus from my madness to do some bathroom stuff, old man = weak bladder, ya know. I was really thirsty and I drank one of them mighty, BIG ASS DRINKS! It were soo good! "How good was it?" Usually, I'll drink on it, till the thing gets watery then I'll throw it away, but it taste, soo good I drank it down, faster than I thought! I'mma feelin' GOOD and SILLY!

Ohh, what I wanted to tell you, I be a gettin' more hits, when I don't write anything, than when I post. WHOOM? I do find that i-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g!!! Right at this here, very moment I be a getting, over 20 hits from France, several from, Germany and Russia. I love The Eiffel Tower! How the hell do you keep that thing standing, for so long? My ancestry dates back to Germany. My favorite author is from Russia, Fyodor Dostoevsky.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!

I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS FROM AROUND THIS BIG OL' HUNK OF ROCK! YES-SUM, I DO!!!!! 

WHOO-WEE!!!! TAHT THERE CAFFEINE, BE MAKIN' AN OLD MAN'S HEART A FLUTTERING LIKE A 18 YEAR OLD! WHERE'S MY WOMAN?

Doctor, Doctor!

Another trip to the Doctor today. Same O, same O. O hell! I changed my mind, strike what I just said from your mind!

I seem to be in a relaxed mood, but nothing's, not dropping from, me mind. I watched a couple episodes of Naked and Afraid. My question is . . . who in their right fricking mind, would want to do this? I reckon that sums up MORE  STUPID  PEOPLE!!!

Damn, if I don't come up with a little something I'll just go to bed. The thing about the meds I take is, I have to take supplements like iron, potassium, and such because the meds I'm on for high blood pressure, four to be exact, and the maximum amount on each. The Doctor told me "You take enough Blood pressure pills to put down a mule!"

That in itself is funny only because I brought my dad home 30 years ago from the big city hospital after a procedure, it was then that Doctor said "I give him enough medicine to put down a mule!" Funny thing though I made a wrong turn and got lost, here we thought he was sleeping, nope, my dad said, "go up here and make a right" he was fully alert!!!

My Doctor said "I'll put you on another one. but I've never had to place, no one on that much medicine before!"

I said "no that's enough, I'm not taking any more!"

This last visit was 145/80, about normal for me.

What did people do many years, before them blood pressure monitors, and all the modern medicines? Died most likely, what do you think?

I purchased my own blood pressure monitor, after getting used to it I take it with me to the Doctor and check it before going in. It would run about 10 points lower than his. I believe it elevates because I absolutely hate to wait, and sure as hell don't like going to the Doctor!!!

I had one of them procedures where they cut into the main artery in your leg and run one of them scopes up to check for blockage in your kidneys and heart and they show no blockage. They keep you awake during this procedure. The reason I'm telling you this is, my blood pressure was fine before the procedure, then they give me a small dose of valium, if me mind remembers correctly. It stayed down before, during, and after this catheterization, if I remember the name of this procedure correctly.

We are all different. I ask me Doctor to prescribe me the lowest dosage of something like a sedative, I know for a fact I'm one of them high strung individuals. He would not. That's the time he said "you take enough meds to put down a mule!"

All I can say to that is, when I'm within my safety zone, I'm good, but when I'm out of that, I'm not! The older I get, the harder it becomes to stay within myself.