Another note from Joe

[Gay Haldeman]

From Gay:  Joe was able to write another note.  He’s feeling much better.

From Joe: What a difference a tube makes,  the songwriter said, at least if it’s stuck down your nose into your stomach.  They pulled it out this morning, a procedure that ‘s short but has aspects of tooth extraction and tonsillectomy.

Not able to go straight from that improvement to eating and drinking, unfortunately.  First my bowels have to “wake up,” an interesting figure of speech.  Meanwhile I lounge here in relative comfort, just a little bloated and addled.

The abdomen, alas, is a kind of Sleeping Giant.  Ugly as hell, asymmetrical, scarred and bruised even though the surgery was laparoscopic.  Stuck here until it decides to deflate, which the doctor says will happen with great drama.  In the middle of the weekend, of course, when all the MD’s are out with their big-game fishing and Parcheesi tournaments.

My culinary universe is defined by the gum sister-in-law Barbara brought me – I had no idea that the stuff came in so many flavors.  They are sugar-free “Dessert Delights,” in flavors like Strawberry Shortcake, Mint Chocolate Chip, and (my fave) Key Lime Pie.  

I’m not unhappy, with teevee and nurses and all, but I really miss Wi-Fi.  I’m so used to having it that I feel almost like one of my senses is missing.  The nose of the Posthuman camel has been withdrawn from the back of the tent.

If you see anyone I know, tell them I wish they were here instead of me . . .

Joe
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